Yes sir, sure it is but not mine
I can’t anymore it ain’t fine
Who says it’s just and right
Its only corpse and blood in my sight
Who says we have to fight
If we can never set things right
Its only one race and its human
Nations and borders made by man
So why we try to make it even
When we fight we loose our own
I don’t want to rise anymore
My hands shed tears of many poor
They were crippled without a weapon
When with my gun I fired upon
They pleaded they cried for life
Who am I to grant them life?
On knees they cried for my mercy to seek
If I can’t give life why do I take?
Don’t want to play God anymore
I won’t raise my gun anymore
This war I can’t fight anymore
I can’t see the cries anymore
I can’t take life anymore
I can’t see them die anymore
Very nice write. Full of feelings for the fellow beings and justifiably a little desperate at the state of the world. The repeated use of 'can't ' gets powerful towards the end of poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you have ellaborates discrepancies in a nice writing...........good job.