Hello poet-
You haven’t any country,
You haven’t any house.
You are the owner of all home,
in this world.
The beside of your one house,
Now it is fighting.
please come this war camp,
for mutual this war.
You look poet-
They are arresting your mother,
You look poet -
They are opening cloth,
of your sister,
You look poet-
They are showing their gun,
to your father.
Why so silent poet?
All everything you have lost
from your life,
Now why you are dread,
For lost of your pen?
You are a poet,
You don't want to love,
You don't want to make your house,
You don't want to raise a cute baby
to your wife's chest?
Why you so late poet?
come down at your war flag,
You look poet-
your all love are laughing here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So brave poet, your pen has dibbed in ink and blood, welcome to PoemHunter (PH) !