The Immortal Soldier

 

The Immortal Soldier

As the old veteran’s, at least four score and ten years, join in the parade,

To celebrate their victory, over Nazi Germany, and the part they played.

Where are the immortal soldiers, of that brutal war, their valour praised,

Named beyond the fields of death, memories on stone monuments raised.

The legends living on, of greatest sacrifice, their dear lives for others given,

For the future they forged, against the malevolent forces, they hath riven.

Mortal men, who shed their blood, with courage, the people’s saviours sent,

Now buried amidst, their brothers in arms, within the Immortal Regiment.

Resurrected each Victory Day, by those, who shouldered pains awful loss,

Sons and daughters, marching in their place, the ones who bore the cost,

Beside others, who have assembled to join the cult, to venerate the event,

Adhering to the Kremlin’s narrative, the evocative tone set, as they lament.

Now the immortal soldiers, turn in their graves, their restless souls pained,

By Putin’s awful breed of ruthless Orcs, his convicted killers bloodstained.

Drunken brutes, wearing gold star medals, for heinous crimes committed,

For services rendered, against innocent victims, their sentences acquitted.

There is no honour, among the liars, thugs, and thieves, Putin has created,

Within the dreadful apparitions, of fear and terror, that he has cultivated.

The shame he has brought upon humanity, its bloodstains upon his hand,

And the shameful stain, he has placed, upon the immortal soldier’s brand.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2024)