Sonnet of the:
War House of the Kremlin
The Russian
word goes, and armies to
They
will do the work with the devils face
With
the new world order, they go in haste
On
old cobblestone pathways, Czars once knew;
Still
recalling the death stain of World War Two.
For
them, old records, are still un-erased!
Forgone
are those harsh days, the Russians faced.
Now
they fly high where once the eagles flew.
Below
the bright and shiny shifting suns,
Man
turns his back to the madness, revealed!
His
primordial folly, and still his crime,
And
on the breast of the earth, leaves his scars
Taking
up arms, draws forth his hilted steel,
To
create new harsh battlefields, for new times.
No: 4475 (7-18-2014)
