Fighter Poem by Kassem Oude
Fighter
So young why I should die
And parents from heart cry
Under the soil I would lie
Breathe no air I only sigh
The cursed life ends in tomb
Newly am out of mom's womb
Would I dwell in paradise
Elegy taste I recognize
Could my blood change the world
To kill people I'm too bold
Though all of them I don't know
Yet little offense they don't show
If born poor forced to fight
Satiate no needs nor see light
Deprived of babies and wife
On my forehead written strife?
Friday 23 May 2014
Such a sad write. Unfortunately a lot of truth inscribed here. Can almost feel the desperation.
Really enjoyed reading this poem to the very last word. Flowed like a ryhme.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 6:49:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Enjoyed this poem very much. Similar in tone, I think, to my RIVER RAN RED.