sadly, men of Japanese and Russian descent were seeing Red,
unhappy with each other, they became mortal enemies
boom, bam, boom, until they all fell down Dead
laying amidst blood all round, a hundred and sixty thousand
and rejoicing at the round table in a state of delirium,
was their Leader, the one and only Grim Reaper,
counting each Soul who came to join him for dinner
Wow very sombre powerful image of the devastation of human lives lost in war...and the Grim Reaper counting souls...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's an old Latin quote which says war is the horror of mothers, but I think you have it interesting hear. Its the feasts of death. An interesting subject, I haven't really read anyone write about this war, its almost the forgotten war of the 20th century. This is one of your darker works but I like it.