So young why I should die
And parents from heart cry
Under the soil I would lie
Breathe no air I only sigh
The cursed life ends in tomb
Newly am out of mom's womb
Would I dwell in paradise
Elegy taste I recognize
Could my blood change the world
To kill people I'm too bold
Though all of them I don't know
Yet little offense they don't show
If born poor forced to fight
Satiate no needs nor see light
Deprived of babies and wife
On my forehead written strife?
Friday 23 May 2014
kassem oude
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fighter-18/
