Distant rainforests
since uninhabited
gives me a virtual
at times real image
of combatants shriveled up in Fatigues
A weary teenage soldier
across the densest jungles
of a far off almost God forsaken place
called
‘Vietnam.'
The young fighter
then needed your love most
the softness, the affection, and tenderness
since extinguished
replaced
now with hatred
bloodshot eyes
full of immense wrath
against the vile
rival
concealed may be
beyond a solitary tree
Forests are a dangerous place to be in
as one doesn't know
a tiger
a reptile
an anaconda
or the bullet of a villain
may take one's life
just for the asking
but at that moment of
Time
no true soldier knows
where actually is he
as one lurks
behind the intertwined
dense foliage of trees
in a passion
now other than love
more hatred for the foe
The unbeaten warrior
has relinquished all hopes
of being once again
back within a loving family
why then ever consider
forsake the bravest valiant fighter
now lying breathless
like in me
Vietnam Iraq Syria or Korea
or any other place it could be
still wait for me
O politicians why veil a serviceman
insensibly
A warrior fights wars
in the wilderness
for welfare and security
to save ones country
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vietnam Iraq Syria or Korea or any other place it could be still wait for me.... //.... What comes to mind is the futility of war whosoever may be the actor or arena. Thanks for sharing this powerful poem. Quite impressive.