War is dirty full of sweat,
Blood and tears,
Bodys show as morning sun
Glistens the plain.
Summers comes, winter goes
What about all those
Who lost there souls? Nowhere to go,
No where to turn,
Dark empty plain,
Yet beautiful where spring
flowers grow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........................nicely thought out Tyler, indeed (all) wars are an abomination. Cheers Jerry