He is sitting on
an uncomfortable seat
He remembers, remembers of the past
so glorious and morbid
How many battles he fought
-most of them lost-
and when will he achieve a victory
to talk about
with invisible descendants
when will he achieve a victory to talk about with invisible descendants..the past glorious... and morbid. a lovely poem. thinking of the refugee and their struggle.. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even finding a place to stay would be a victory for him. Yet his thoughts still move toward the future!