Into
Oblivion
Her
sons have gone, for the heartless narrative of, “The Greater Cause!”
Sent by
the despot, who has a mind-numbing passion, for endless wars.
The
mental disposition, where pure love, and hope, are strictly vacuumed,
Where
all dreams are gone, goodness and potential, have been exhumed.
Leaving
spellbound souls, constrained within, the tyrants evil trance, struck,
Where
they have lost the will, to escape, locked inside worthlessness, stuck.
Trapped
in the mindless pit, of misery, with no way out, but the one they see,
To give
up upon, the tide of despair, committing their unsettled souls, to sea.
To war,
rounded up, off the streets, and within their homes, as they slept,
Leaving
their infant children, and wives in tears, and poor families wrecked.
Then
cast out upon foreign soil, where the broken go, to die before their time,
Along
the awful roads often trod, that lead to oblivion, their lives out of line.
In
their mind’s eye, visions broken, like puzzles cast, into ten thousand parts,
Where
all reason, and purpose are lost, unable to repair, their broken hearts.
Where
they will be fatally wounded, and left there to die alone, in awful pain,
Amongst
the hopeless broken men, who do not care, their minds gone insane.
What
omen, could break the oppressors wicked curse, that binds them fast,
To save
the pawns, whose potential will be wasted, to break the spell at last.
Only
when Mother Russia, once again, ignites the spark, that dormant lies,
Buried deep
in the people’s hearts, then once again, her great nation will rise.
As the
fire is lit, that will burn bright, as dreams, and courage, again returns,
To rid
the state of the lies, and raise the Russian flag there, where Putin burns.
As it
casts off the chains, and shackles of fear, created by his murderous pack,
Rounding up the traitors, all Putin’s loyalists, who hold the entire nation back!
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Feb 2024)
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