Whose soldiers is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch them frown. I cry hello.
We gives the soldiers a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The soldiers we honour, saluted and deep,
But they has promises to keep,
Until then they shall not sleep.
They lie in bed with ducts that weep.
they rises from their bitter beds,
With thoughts of sadness in their heads,
they idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Domanick, such a well expresses poem👍👍👍