I serve till my last breath,
And suddenly I fall back and rest.
I am here to protect,
And my organs are in disaffect.
I got shot,
And was caught.
My family waits for us to meet,
While I think my job is bittersweet.
I feel a hand,
And that tells me everything is planned.
I got a shiver,
As I stand amid the snow and quiver.
My breath feels very cold,
But I stand up and be bold.
My heart gives out its last beat,
When I hear a loud noise in the street.
I am sent home,
Packed in a dome.
Tell my family not to get sad,
Because they should be glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem