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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem