Bloody Sunday
We Russian peasants are struggling to survive
in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and five.
The workers labor for as much as fifteen hours a day,
receiving meager wages in conditions too dangerous to stay.
Besides, a war is being fought involving many a man
where no victory is apparent against the Empire of Japan.
Father Georgii Apollonovich Gapon heads an organization
that in a peaceful manner, seeks substantial amelioration.
Father Gapon and members of his central committee
planned to petition the tsar in St. Petersburg city.
Unarmed women, children, and old men were in the crowd.
“God save the tsar” was the chant that could be heard out loud.
Imperial Guard forces and saber-wielding Cossack cavalry,
confronted the crowd before the Winter Palace on Sunday.
Shots were fired at the marchers at the Narva Gate.
Many scores of unarmed people met a bloody fate.
We peasant citizens gathered from near and far
in order to pay homage to our beloved tsar.
However, it appears Nicholas did not seem to care.
In fact, the tsar left the palace and was not even there!
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
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