Now if you load your rifle
with magazines pasted together
for a quick swap
and point it at the enemy
and pull the trigger
and do it right
in short bursts,
you’ll suddenly
know the meaning
of life and death
and when others die
next to you
while you go out on patrol
you’ll know
how unreasonable fate is
and that life’s an illusion
and you’ll be a true believer
in the almighty God
and somehow
and you’ll know
that He walks along.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem