We lost another one of the
good guys this week.
It seems as though our army is dwindling.
He was a good soldier, though.
Always listened.
Fought for not only his life,
But for the good of the people;
He fought from his heart and from his soul.
What am I to do?
The enemy gains power with
Every life conquered.
And if I'm the gernal,
then I am Robert E. Lee,
Because if I am alopne I will surrender.
That's why I cant do this alone.
What am I to do?
My army of fighters,
Of conquerers,
Is now full of hope and floating up or
Hopelessly falling down-
Leaving me stuck in the middle.
So tell me,
What am i do to?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem