I'm from the past
Deep and dwelling within
I'm from the struggle
The nation sought to free
I'm from the field
Stripping blood and ammunition
I'm from the sorrow
Where weapons were hope
I'm from the pride
Fighting till the end
I'm from the row of poppies
For future I defend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good poem, I enjoyed it. thanks.