War is bloody and bad
but like the monsters
of illusion
it never seems to go away
it keeps sticking its head
around the door
mocking us
with its cynical laughter
its face is ugly
as it mirrors
itself in the darkness
and despair
breaking our hearts
and destroying our joy
seems to be its pleasure!
but we endure its pain
because with all its
strength
and all its power!
it cannot break
the spirit
of the human being!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem