found poem : city of thieves

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.

predatory, lupine:



firmness -

for Mother Russia, Young Pioneer-

smell the rot,

hear the screams -

The war had changed everyone.


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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