the ink in this pen has changed from black to red
From all of the patriotic soldiers blood that has been shed
the endless wars that have been going on for countless years
has caused more broken hearts and tears, then making things clear
And what i don't understand the most
is why there is starving homeless people from coast to coast
does anyone not seem to notice what these people are going through
no one even cares to make a difference, in this world there is only a few
that would pay any attention to try and make a difference
no one hears their screams, diminishing off in the distance
our soldiers are fighting for their lives, to make the future a better place
we need to give our lives to these brave men for keeping our homes and neighborhoods safe
the bodies pile higher with every progressing day
every single one of them is a hero, now wasted away
never to be forgotten, never to be vanished
until the day we all die, and are rid of this planet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dean, this is a beuatiful poem. So beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us. Peace.