Where has all the soldiers gone, long time remembered,
all the graves stone say, the same, the day they surrendered,
Why where they all told: to survive; they must kill their
brothers.
What went wrong, what went wrong? Can't we under-stand each other?
Being from different lands does it really matter?
they all had mourning mothers: many others,
some came home, broken bones, others to be remembered.
Why? Did they have to die, share their blood, as we all
be sisters and brothers.
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem reminds me of the song Mama take a look at your boy he's a military man, Nice work my friend