The smoke rose from the city
The clouds, the sky
The calm has gone now
The bodies
The dead, haunted the field
Still,
Crowded with bullets and bruise
Releasing souls, up away.
The day had passed
The day of struggle and war
When the sin is just a duty
To kill
They struggled to fight
Courage
Is all they had.
Scattered, leaving pain behind
They witnessed how their enemy slashed
And raged, tored
The city to scraps.
They gone into the last line
They've fought to death
The horrid
Still carved to their eyes
How the massacre
Has done before their empty eyes
Silence,
they were silent
Still
At the battlefield; They can't surely told it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ohhh well pictured a war field, I felt that. how horrible it is! very good composition! loved it! keep it up! God Bless You! ! ! ! !