Looking towards the horizon,
The battle has been won;
Most of them eyes were fiery,
Even though they were weary.
They retreated from the field,
Heads turned to see what they've killed.
Lay strawn were shattered hearts
All knew that it had been hard.
Some broke and some screamed,
over losses and over seams.
Nonetheless, they have done,
When others thought they can't.
The Battle has been won,
Yet for what price it came?
Most have lost their dearest,
Friends, brothers and fathers
Was it really worth it?
Does the puzzles fit?
The ground lay littered,
with bodies of fighters.
They answered the call,
And were willing to fall for:
Their Country,
Their Families,
Their Comrades,
Their Freedom.
The battle has been won,
And They've live to see another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem