WHERE DEAD MEN LIE, THE VULTURES FEAST,
AND IN THE DARKNESS IS THE SILENT BEAST.
WAR DRAGS DOWN THE MORTAL MAN,
AND SADNESS FALLS UPON THE BEATEN LAND.
A CRY IS HEARD AS ANOTHER MAN FALLS,
DEATH, SO VIOLENT, IN THE EARTHLY WALLS.
LIFE IS WASTED FOR NO APPARENT REASON,
FOR WE ALL LIVE IN THE WORN TORN SEASON
MIND OVER MATTER, YET WE FEEL THE PAIN,
LIVING IN A WORLD WITH ALL INSANE.
A WANDERING YOUTH CRIES FOR PEACE,
THE ONE TO HEAR IN THE SILENT BEAST.
TEAR OUT THE HEART OF THE OPEN LAND,
LET IT DIE WITH THE MORTAL MAN.
WHERE DEAD MEN LIE, THE VULTURES FEAST
AND IN THE DARKNESS THE SILENT BEAST.
(War is Hell)
REB
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I would like to translate this poem
War......old folks' dreams....and....young folks' reality!