Dust up. sounds of deadly bullets and bombs
Trigger squeeze blood spill its the combat zone..
Soilders at war. I don't wanna fight i just wanna go home
I have a 6 months old baby i have not yet seen.
I dont want her to grow up without me..
Boom boom. So close to death call it the danger zone.
Call the medic my buddy just lost his legs.
Adrenaline rushing through my vains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem