I think maybe soldier I am or was
Soldiers were fooled by your laws
Then crying: “Devil’s at the door”
We took backpack and gun’s bullet
In light of moon I saw him walked
Beat of fear was in my heart
In boot was sand; if not mud
You as bastards in the senate
Spoke loudly supporting war
I shot at him and saw him fall
I dashed ahead fast in jeep’s light
I went close and heard him whine
I took a rock, shattered his bones
I saw blood; running a mess flood
I saw his face, desert and contour
Not back at home
Those times aside
I have the chance
Bastards in senate
You have fooled all
I am ashamed. I took the lives based on your word. I can’t take it. My way is one; to my grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem