Fragile dolls
Porcelain crazed
Showing signs of their age
Shattered glass soldiers
Falling like rain
Mowing them down
Like a scythe against the grain
Playing games till they crack
So many pieces won't get put back
Broken spears
Splattered
Her blood
Her tears
She cries out
What has she done
Shrapnel carpet
Surrounded
Nowhere to run
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stunning and visual poem, Jason. Thanks for sharing.