Jodhpurs seem to saintly ride,
two by two and side by side.
Taking souls along the way,
destin men of war to graves.
Most do fall upon their knees,
in prayers for GOD's forgiveness.
But others laughing has they fight,
the living souls of meekness.
War is to the mother,
such an evil on a child.
Different to the brother,
in his eyes still lives the wild.
The innocent or but a few,
that have to pay the cost.
The earth returns to dust the bones,
of all the soldiers lost.
Has man continues fighting...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The earth returns to dust the bones, of all the soldiers lost. Has man continues fighting... I like those lines I like this one. good job. Becca