I have spilled tears upon blood stained ground..
Smelled the stench
of burning flesh
Walked mountains
and
Valleys
Hunting those who can't be seen.
Left the war
to
return
home-to it.
For I have found
the worst wounds
can't be seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful and genuine. Write on, Joe. Kindest regards, Sandra