Eighty Years
Eighty summers ago one tyrant’s decision
Sent young soldiers east division by division
Such savage cruelty of his war machine
The degree of which had never been seen
On a cold winter’s morn one tyrant’s decision
Sent young soldiers west division by division
Conscripts will perish mothers will mourn
Civilians will bear horrors which can never be borne
Written 2/25/22
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
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