A single tap in two steps, Managed to reach the shelf
Amazed he watched weapon of his time, He can’t sell it for a quarter or a dime
Some pictures on wall showed, Explains the past to behold
Then the people got harmed, He, his brother got armed
Radio static played heard a noise, Tuned that thing felt the poise
It’s a call from your motherland; you got a situation to mend
Soldier fight to death, War activated on world’s stage
He felt like puppet, A character from Macbeth
α, β, θ assigned the position, Bullets to one, a gun to one
Run to front turning back none, Doesn’t matters you have a wife or son
How a name became a condition defamed
Running for survival numb & lame
Don’t bring your country to shame
Wolf over the place we need to claim
Gunpowder was the only thing fed
Crossed the Volga & tinted it red
Don’t lose your soul someone said
It’s a debt to motherland you paid
A bullet shot hit his leg, His world turned upside down
Vision started to fade, Thought he was sold in the trade
He woke up with a sneeze, Heard ‘we won the battle’
A breeze done the freeze, He said to nurse “water please”
He asked for his brothers, both were a martyr now
Died fighting at Kurgan, Questions muted in dark silence
A tear trickled down his cheek, He remained mum and meek
The place where they enjoyed bears their corpse decayed
Now he is old with his life on last fold
He shuts the door of untold past
Crossed the fields in summer & falls
To salute the bravery of his brothers at
The Motherland Calls...
About the poem: The poem is about a soldier who fought for Russia in WW II. He reminisces over the war memories and mulls over what he lost. It is work of fiction inspired by real events.
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