I pity the soldier 
but not with derision
too young so alone
shouldn't make the decision
Untold the true reasons 
unable to choose
just whose interests he'll serve 
for whose life he may lose
We're fighting for freedom! 
he's taught to believe
but from foreign oppressors 
not hard to achieve 
So he fights against terror 
and an evil temptation 
with God on the side of 
the world's greatest nation
On far away threats 
he drops bombs by the drone
while the real danger's very much 
closer to home
More often than not
the young soldier is poor
yet the wealthy make quite 
a fine living at war
Thus henceforth expect 
that the wars shall not cease
'til we make the rich fight
just to watch them make peace.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    