Invasion Poem by Choman Hardi

Soon they will come. First we will hear
the sound of their boots approaching at dawn
then they'll appear through the mist.
In their death-bringing uniforms
they will march towards our homes
their guns and tanks pointing forward.
They will be confronted by young men
with rusty guns and boiling blood.
These are our young men
who took their short-lived freedom for granted.
We will lose this war, and blood
will cover our roads, mix with our
drinking water, it will creep into our dreams.
Keep your head down and stay in doors -
we've lost this war before it has begun