The buble gum heros
of yesterday
play on the planes of war.
The victor or the vanquest.
The rice fields flaten
the eturnal hell.
of the snipers bullit
the odd whining shell.
No one knows
why they came
or what it for
only the buble gum heros
who love to this war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating faux-war piece Roy! Well done!