One night I dream
about ratel armoured cars
that looks different
and are almost as impenetrable
as American tanks
and can shoot accurately further
than G-6 howitzers while moving
and can drive right through
landmine fields
and we are fighting
in a enemy territory
There are enemy weapons
burning everywhere
and their aeroplanes
are grounded in rows
and when we win
I have already for a time
being wishing for it to end
as I am fed up with war,
killing and people that suffer
but this dream
and many others
that really happened
stays with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem