What horror it is to be a warrior!
All stripped of my deeds and my heart's worth
now that we have achieved universal peace - they say.
And war? Oh speak to me not of war
nor of the moguls of war. I am for peace
dead, soft and quiet on the stark horizons of dusk.
Yet I, I who am a warrior, branded thus
(thought I love and protect all men in my recollected pose)
Yet see! I wage, I wage, I wage fierce battle still
where ever they send me in the cause of peace.
(Oh, God, for forgetting and pardon grant me of the things I do)
I fight on for peace, locked in as I am
a fighter to the death, or for life
resurrected in the cause of peace.
As all warriors, I live not for my committed right,
nor for the wrong, nor for blood nor death;
only for the fight, soft sundown pose, the dusk peaceful dead
and vanquished sleep gone a'killing
in dreams of the recurring dawn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Patrick D. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks