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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required WORLD WAR 11 THROUGH THE EYES OF MY MOM POEM NO. 1 OF TRILOGY World war 11 was nearing its end, The Nazis losing ground In Russia, been driven out of Moscow, Everywhere snow bound, Dying like flies because of the bitter cold, No Food, no shelter, just attack after attack by The Russians, the bold! Meanwhile, the whole of Europe Glued to their radio, Listening to how the allies Were pushing the enemy back, The morale of the people was Beginning to crack, It was time, enough was enough, War was no fun, The Greek folk were done! My mum and her friend next door Would visit each other, Warned so often by my grandfather And her friend’s brother, Beware, the march of the Nazi boot, Their knock on your door, No reason required , they would just shoot Or else men dragged out to be shot, Because a Nazi soldier was found dead Revenge to the Nazi’s was sweet, They had taken the Greeks peoples means Their bread For over four years, The Greeks had shed many tears. Leaving wives, daughters, sisters bereft to pine, The Nazi’s war crimes were not ‘klein’! No light At night, To show through their curtains, So blankets hung up in fear Of their lives The Nazis fearless Cared not who survives! The sound of gunshots was an everyday thing, For every Greek shot, the church bells would ring! The Greek underground Was profound, Working with the French, they made victory sound. The allies were advancing And the Germans retreating, Small pockets of them stayed behind, They had to surrender, or die, As the British troops marched through the streets Liberating Greece, A child beats On his drum, His mom thankful the good guys have come! So many cheers The Greek peoples tears, Had rained down for years. Athens the capital of Greece was now free, In the name of The Father,The son, and The Holy Spirit, All made the sign of the cross, the Holy Three The date October nineteen forty four The fear of the Nazi boot at their door, No more!
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