The war is over
when the silence becomes audible,
the suffering is done
and the deeds are forgotten,
when the graves are dug
and the dead are counted,
when the monuments are build
and history is written
But the war never ends,
for those who are left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True war does not end as long as we are living.Nicely penned..