On the dusty desert
Patrolling the fence of a barbed wire
A soldier does the march past.
Fiery speech by politicians
from their air-conditioned room
A job created from nothing.
Brilliant poem, yes we don't need soldiers to protect us, they all are creation of political compulsions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Politician on the beautiful speech stage And the soldier dies on the fictitious speech!