Fight fight and don't look back
or else you'll fall into the tracks
of the war machine making for
the battle almighty bloody war.
Fight fight and don't be scared
because never once a politician cared
of the young men dead in shallow graves
but looking through the misty haze.
Fight fight and don't be shy
your mothers tears will never dry
the commons the lords will raise a glass
and sadly your memory will slowly pass...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem