Muse, life, peace;
Deep in the bush!
But, the last meatis with you,
Because of war.
The muse of the world,
The muse of mankind;
With wickedness and war!
Destroying everything.
Whitewashed walls!
Full of dead men's bones;
Beautifully outwardly,
But, with hatred inside.
The last meal,
Deep in the bush!
Because of war,
However, man does not live by bread alone.
great poem on a war scene............all beautiful experiences of soldiers carved with poignant words............insightful one.........thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last meal in the bush! Wish we could wish away all the wRs...loved it