war today
a battle field fresh for a war
millions fighting
for the protection of their mother
there country
Millions with weapons so powerful
and so distractive
people,
scattering around
trying to find a place to hide
remembering the loved ones
they left behind
people getting hurt
people getting killed
a very bad sight
as they see there friends
or family dyeing
wives
mothers
girlfriends
sisters
waiting to know more
about there loved ones
wanting to know if they are alive or dead
families wailing
as they find out
the bad news
no good news herd
war tomorrow
the battle field
scattered with bodies
blood
a sickening sight
millions dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very pertinent point raised regarding the repercussions of deadly wars.