i remember so well
like it was yesterday
in the corridor
as i passed by
i saw the unnatural
the true face of horror
that to these days
still haunts me
soldiers laid dying
arms severed
blood streaming
stomachs ripped open
guts falling out
one eyeball is missing
i can see the eye socket
legs torn apart
blood squirt all over
missing multiple vital parts
grasping for last breath
they're crying in pain
screaming in agony
some just distorted in silence
others passed out
some died on that day
and some retired
some are relentless
they don't know when to quit
these men are the survivors
and i live to tell the story
scathed in the field of doom
but prevailed to see another day
but this isn't all
it is just the tip
of the iceberg
these are the horrors of war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem