The rain stopped
the sun was gone
Mercy was in
short supply
Smoke hung over
the battlefield
A bugler in the mud
with his cry
Bodies were being
carted off
New songs were written
to the dead
Just another day in
World War 1
That started and ended
in dread
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2014)
Has the ambience! We can feel the gray sadness of death and war. So useless, painful, terrifying. Well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And that war is still going on. Smoke hangs now over cities. Where body parts are scattered with bomb blasts. A gray shadow of death and sadness over every body, every where.