I rank among the best of soldiers
Who fought on the frontline.
His soldiery is superior to mine,
But he was the Home Front.
We all chase the enemy for crying,
Then we address the civilians
With aggression, and false action.
The crying over the enemy is like war,
The enemy and us are at war
So peace is uncertain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
peace definately is uncertain, and when is anyone ever at peace with others or with themselves?