Marching forth in a summer rain,
Setting free the hearts restrained.
Captain told him to liberate.
From death, life shall emanate.
Wolves, the blackest beast,
aim to end the joyous feast.
But he shall rise and say,
'I will not stop ‘til I lay! '
Gunshots fired,
Captives in dire.
The captain was no liar,
for the fight will soon be over
for this souldier of valor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem