We all say that we will not die,
The next day a loved one is sent home...dead.
Nothing but the memories are playing in your mind,
The happy times, the sad, fights, and games,
Everything that you associate with this person.
Then reality hits us like an atom bomb.
He is dead, he is no longer here, forever.
The pain and sorrow comes with tears and screams of pain.
And you want to fight, fight for the freedom that have, for the people
All ready out there.
But in the end, all we really want to do is...
STOP! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem