Has a man I may have failed my test,
But has a soldier Im the best,
Trust in me when I confess,
push me and you'll fail the test.
For if death be not by gun or blade,
than its by these hands has my GOD has made.
And without breath in the space you lay,
your loss of life in that spot you'll stay.
Silently I walk away,
the soldier that I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem