If i am to be killed on this war.
It's not my wish i heard the nations call,
If this fighting will lead me to the grave,
Blame my guts cause i fought so brave,
If i may die on this battle field,
Blame not my gun not even my shield,
If i may not see tomorrow,
Say not i cringed from this horror,
But lay my gun on my chest,
And pray for my soul to rest,
For i was a soldier who fought for the nations pleasure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let us choose to make a difference, and fight for peace... laying down our guns and learning to communicate. this poem is well written! you are talented!