A Poem for Fun (17)

海外逸士

I'm not surely aware
If I readily prepare
To hunt for a red hare
That is kind of rare.
I ride on a pretty mare,
With my head bare.
At the target I stare,
And meanwhile I blare,
To make the hare scare,
Which falls into a snare.
I had a nightmare:
There was a warfare,
On a wide square,
None yet did declare,
Only sounded fanfare,
Searchlights did glare,
No life to spare,
Only death to share.
Who would really care
For people's welfare?

天路客

我发现翻译版有许多重复帖，请问有谁知道是怎么回事吗？是系统问题还是别的？

童天鉴日

没关系。是系统老没收帖子，作者就又发了一遍，我从后台又释放出来了，导致了重复。