Right through the night
the armour is rolling forward.
Cannon thunder,
while rockets
blow the enemy to bits.
I want to go home
where the sun
goes peacefully through the pepper tree
and the dogs
lie and wait on top of plants
There are people dying everywhere
and some are wounded
and missiles and bombs rain down
and grenades and guns keep going of
and death takes its toll around me.
I am deprived of peace and rest and a life
and I want to go home
and stand under the avocado tree
and see the avocados fall
and see the sun set over the ridges
and live a life again
and avoid bloodshed forever more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem