war finds places of hopes and dreams, it takes the people and turns them against each other for their own desires, it gathers them up and pukes them out leaving their lives changed and their home in ruin, so they leave their cities and run to a distant land while a brave few survive to tell the story, in a scarce life they live, they aren't afraid, but yet they don't understand, as a squad of evil soldiers patrols through their city, they find a child in his mothers arms, he looks to them blinded his eyes burn out and still burning red and his face covered in his mothers blood, he turns to the soldiers and cries a simple question 'why? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well known question...'why' something no one may ever find out...no one really know's what drives the mind of a human to go and fo the things they do...what drives them to do the evil things...they have reasons...and may not understand those reasons...very good writing...