Seeing my niece's emptiness and fear, because her
husband is somewhere in Kuwait.
Tearful, constantly lying in bed, thinking of him,
a lone soldier, like all the others in this war of
Iraq's manipulation.
Feeling helpless, unable to comprehend the total
immenseness of war and it's reason, just hating the
fact that he's overseas in a strange and cruel
country, afraid to think of life before her without
him by her side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem