found poem : city of thieves
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beneath a godless sky,
(embittered cowards,
panic mongers)
we were the children of a 1000 lost battles;
a red brush stroke slapped on a white canvas.
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predatory, lupine:
discipline
courage
firmness -
for Mother Russia, Young Pioneer-
smell the rot,
hear the screams -
The war had changed everyone.
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life must adapt or die,
and defeat was heavy in us all;
but this was not my war,
and the winter had changed us all.
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