A deep fire burns us directly <br />Zenith falls on beginnings <br />Warrior get back on their shields <br />Garlands of sparks, hundreds of maroon <br /> <br />Mud thrown on high banners <br />A blood do not want to clean it <br />Curse on a butterfly wing <br />And shrapnel spirt of bomb <br /> <br />They cut the firs without mercy <br />Instead of peace, we bring the death <br />A target no matter how distant <br />Few descendants suported in crutch <br />Under jackets recently injured, <br />Watch-n load ammunition caissons <br /> <br />(translated from romanian)<br /><br />ion untaru<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-deep-fire/
