I saw Mr.Hitler was carrying an enormous swastika of bronze
on his shoulder.
I saw Mr.Napoleon too, was riding on a huge horse of copper
with his blunt sword.
both were heading to a pasture to cut some grass.
They passed themselves speechless
as two enimies of a movie.
The pasture was belonged to a pauper once.
He too a war-hero
and his name was unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem