Slava Ukraini
Standing there,
at the point of their guns, he
definitely would not yield!
His mind was set,
it would be to the death, his fate was already sealed.
In the shallow
grave, that they had him dig, he wouldn’t flinch, nor feign,
In his mind, two
brave words, that would be his last, Glory to Ukraine!
In defiance, he
looked them straight in the eye, he dared not look away,
While they played
out their wicked game, he didn’t wince, he didn’t sway.
What were his
final thoughts, as he drew deep, upon his very last smoke,
Soldier of
Ukraine, why did he choose, those brave words, that he spoke?
For he so loved
his kin, and homeland too, he knew that his time was nigh,
He didn’t beg
mercy, he didn’t tremble, nor whimper, neither did he cry!
He didn’t bow
down, brave soldier of Ukraine, he made his country proud,
All glory to Ukraine! When he spoke his mind, “SLAVA UKRAINI” Out loud!
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2023)
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