In
Confusion Mother Russia Abused
Slow
the wisdom of time, lessons learned, through hardship, conflict, and war,
Where
the truth becomes obscured, with each lie, superseded by many more.
As the
layers of silt, that lodge inert, within the muddled minds, deposited stiff,
With
lives altered forever, as their hapless souls become lost, to the eternal rift.
Blindly
following, the lies they now believe, each form taking its mindless shape,
Their
scrambled brains, frozen in the evil trance, where death is the only escape.
Meeting
the mountain of mistruths, their minds misaligned, beliefs disarranged,
Starved
of truth, pure honesty, isolated from blessed hope, becoming estranged.
The
poor people existing, in his wicked web of fear, too frightened to complain,
His
mind firmly set on imperialism, power, and wealth, he doesn’t feel their pain
As he
blatantly lies to Mother Russia, her people trapped inside his terrible trance,
And the
Orcs he doesn’t like, are sent to the frontlines, they do not stand a chance.
Where
hundreds become thousands, sacrificed, wasted within his battering ram,
Then he
grooms her kids, to die within his grand illusions, he doesn’t give a damn.
As
Mother Russia falls, to bended knees, once again she endures the morbid cost,
As her
infants are stolen, ripped from her bosom, leaving her soul empty, and lost.
Her
heart, wrenched from within, as the massive stacks of corpses, grow ever fast,
Once
again, living ancient horrors, as he resets the clock, to the errors of the
past.
His
greed has no limits, her helpless cries fall on deaf ears, as her sons are
slayed,
His
distance kept, whilst the poor mothers weep, Mother Russia again betrayed.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET
(Feb 2024)
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