waterfalls of blood upon their hands and bodys
their faces streaked with tearsand wracked with fears
in this war with no safe sound of a full army
they stand vulnerable and in east reach
pray for safty and to see their familys again
'whats the worth of thi? ' they ask themselves
'what are we to gain? '
lost in the filed of uncertaninty they wallow
wishing upon a star to a tomorrow...
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I would like to translate this poem
in this war with no safe sound of a full army they stand vulnerable and in east reach pray for safty and to see their familys again i see yet another painful reminder of sons and daughters sent to far of lands...so much cannon fodder. to do the bidding of sleazy thugs in plush leather lounging sofas.....toying their Havanas and twirling the globe for the best view, , , , smirk on face and scant cares for writhing bloodied bodies in far off lands nice lines and a potent reminder....maybe more placards will do the trick some day blessings