Busy old fool,
hear and tell is your job,
war is your aim, always busy you are,
Honoured you are, yet war you have generated, silently, you listen in corridors,
secretly, you walk to quench love,
Yes! I remember when an old-elephant judge me to favour you, little wonder, you are of aim,
Alas! Your lad has been conscripted into the Army,
and made to face war with no return,
you paid at last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great plot twist