If I was a Soldier, I would bend the barrel of my gun...and towards the enermy, I would run.
I would wash, my war torn bloody rags... and turn them into, beauitiful white flags.
I`d pick some flowers on my way,
and to the enermy, I would say.
Lets all go home, and live to fight... another day.
The cowards are those who go to a foreign land and blow little kids to pieces... Good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't worry, I know what you are trying to say James. I wrote a poem, also called 'War' that you might like.