On the first day of the armistice,
My general sent to me -
A cartridge in a pear tree,
Two rifles a rattling
Three cannons firing
Four soldiers running
Five bombers bombing
Six tanks a rolling
Seven shells a landing
Eight planes strafing
Nine warships shooting
Ten rockets launching
Eleven subs surfacing
Twelve graves a-digging
A powerful commentary on the menace that is "War". War is fought by the hapless soldiers in the name of "Patriotism". The soldiers and poor citizens are lured into the war (and they bear the brunt of the war) by greedy rulers &leaders…in the name of patriotism
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2) For them it is sheer greed. The soldiers and civilians and women and children forgo food, shelter and healthcare for the rulers to continue to rule them. The rulers never lose their life, except for one Indira Gandhi or another Rajiv Gandhi…