The dust and smoke of the battle done
The dead left lying in the trenches
Young people's tears mixed with blood
The wounded lie dying
With arms waving a call for aid
That no one answered
While the living lie
About whom it was that won
(2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the living can lie about who won...because dead men and women tell no tales. Wonderful writing, T. B.