HOLODOMOR
HOLODOMOR
How the sun slept
Cradled in wheat
Far off in fields
Just within reach
Demons defiled
Aided by plows
And all that is wild
Cried as we howled
We feasted on flesh
The hunger of hate
And our finger's bled
Clawed the fresh graves
We dragged off the dead
Called them by name
Like curs, how we growled
And cried as we ate
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