They are mere stumps
Bayoneted
Helmets hung on each one
A flag draped on a dried sapling
Much sorrow the air carries
An avenue of sadness trees
And still leaves
An old couple sitting on the porch
Waiting for a son, upright
Each stump waiting for a Captain
The Earth waiting for a cavalcade
A nation bereaved
A hero now buried
Lost on the porch
Still waiting, an aged couple
Unwilling to see all that has an end.
Baru Gobira 2010
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To-Baru..The'unknown soldier'had parents, and possibly children too.Should be remembered strongly.Only if we knew his name?