P.O.W. Poem by Randy Johnson
P.O.W.
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm in Vietnam and I'm a prisoner of war.
Regaining my freedom is the only thing I have to live for.
I don't know what day it is or even what year.
How old am I? How long have I been here?
They keep me in a filthy cage and it's very crude.
I'm starving, they give me very little food.
Sometimes I want to die and get it over with.
If I can't be free, I don't want to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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