comrades he declares
while then on the mountains
our enemies are our enemies
if there be friends
categorically they should be
if there be a ceasing of this
struggle for peace in the
name of diplomacy and
democracy let that be nothing
but an extension of this war
for comrades he declares further
peace is not given on a silver
platter but made meticulously
upon an embroidery of blood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem