The guns are silent
But the war is far from over
This is my lament
This is deaths overture
Take my hand oh cloak and sythe
The battle still rages in my mind
This is no way to live ones life
And you say all is healed with time
But I see no end in sight for me
I know
Give it a label, how about P.T.S.D.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Violence has to be contained somehow! It is sooner the better! Until then war will be there!