Not heroes? Don't believe it!
Day after day, married to your mill,
Dit-happy, a life of endless random groups.
Shift ended, beer and sleep, and then more groups.
The glowing R-390, the dots and dashes,
You saw and heard them in your sleep,
And couldn't know what awful words and actions
Would spring forth from your work.
And when you snapped,
Tore off your cans,
Smashed the Remington to the floor,
Went on too-long a drunk,
Or just could not return to work,
No sympathy or gratitude;
Only the hard, cold words
'He couldn't take it any more.'
Well, I was there,
And this is just to let you know
That I admired you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow what an appealing poem in awesome freeverse meter and it ought to really move the person concerned. Kudos for the enjoyable smashing poetry, . Nice to read from u again, pls do comment my latest poem on eclipse