On the move again
Turn a corner to meet the end
The reaper roams the streets
Where soldiers march to the beat
The drummer keeps a stady pace
Up until he meets face to face
The villain stares back
Lifts a rifle, ready to attack
Bang! Bang!
The thundering cannons roar.
Shakes a man down to his core
The ground below them rumbles
Falls apart and starts to crumble
The beat drives on
As a ghostly song
Ready their aim and fire back
Lift a rifle, press the attack
Bang! Bang!
Bloodshed through eternity
Lives lost eternally
And no one remembers
No everlasting ember
for...
War!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very sad....very miserable...but the gun could have been pointed to only one or two....and the war ends....