Within the spirit,
A cry was heard,
From the shores of the bloody beaches,
It whispered amongst the isles of men,
Marching with anger,
Marching with fear,
With trembling hands they fired their guns,
As the echoes of death crushed their fun,
Their minds could not see how it was done?
For they were mere souls,
Fighting for a cause unknown,
For only a politician's will,
Has a license to kill,
Sworn in by the oath of nations,
To rule the divided world,
In a quest for domination,
For another nomination,
As the propaganda corrupted people,
The conquests interrupted people,
To mourn for the lost,
Was a loan for the future,
Yet everyone understood,
None could do,
And as for the nationalism,
It was just totalitarianism...
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I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem, got the message.