Where are the hearths
Of warriors
Where are their hearts,
Do they think of home?
Where are the hearths
And the warm loaves
And the hot smell of stone?
Bring me the hearts of warriors
When the bullets are done
Do they dream of fireside
Family and song?
There are no hearts in warriors
Who tell ragged children
They only can do no wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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