'You are the precious chosen few,
Let all the rest not be damned.
There's only room for one or two
'We can't have paradise locked.'
'Every spur and every second
Some to child in Misery are Born.
Every day Sun rise and Sun set,
You Judge are born to sweet delight,
But Soldiers are Born to Endless Night.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem