Streets a soul left in ruins.
Once an army vet left
Strains of a war in yester year.
Back home again but with
a soul left to wander.
Wandering the streets for food & a place
to rest his head.
Head not right after all the killing
& pain that comes within.
Within the veteran there is sadness, loneliness, a rage so
dear. Dear Lord take me as I am.
A broken & lonely man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem