As the last solder dies
in a ditch by a field'
All for notthing,
a herald did reel.
All for notthing,
no say i.
It was worth
the learning,
the sun, and the sky.
The trees, and the breeze
with the sea rising high.
Love court in a young
girls eye.
With all ways one question
why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Was this his last thought? .. not to sure on the over-allness of your poem, it almost felt like there were two seperate thoughts trying to merge, dunno.