My senses are failing,
Failing to keep me alive,
What’s the point of hearing?
Hearing death’s cry,
My senses are failing,
Failing to keep me alive,
What’s the point of seeing?
Seeing the war ahead,
My senses are failing,
Failing to keep me alive,
What’s the point of smelling?
Smelling the blood of friends,
My senses are failing,
Failing to keep me alive,
What’s the point of touching?
Touching the dead souls resting on red ground,
My senses are failing,
Failing to keep me alive,
What’s the point of tasting?
Tasting defeat in this war,
My senses are failing,
Failing to keep me alive,
In this war that killed so many,
And left us with no hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem