I hope when the sun rose on your face
It gleamed upon you in the brightest way it could have done.
I hope when you fought for your life you strove through.
I hope when the grenades flew, you escaped in the nick of time.
When the rifles were shot, n the mines were hidden n then retrieved
I hope you witnessed them, n you took action against what came fourth.
I hope when you see the sun dawn upon your sweltering head, you realise....
There is another day gone, but another day spent and one day heaven you shall meet...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem