Play Time
he remembers the autumn of 1942 when the troops moved forward
before Stalingrad fell and winter crushed bodies and minds under fire
tanks pulverizing soldiers and some falling by the wayside on purpose
to end the war and find heaven or hell which one did not really matter
food parcels from the home front and letters to family or sweethearts
but victory had already become sour and Heils and raised arms tired
he survived with scars and vowed never again to be hungry or cold
the pantry always full and heating in summer full blast at 28 degrees
the will to live planted some sort of serenity though emotions and pain
would be never expressed to his offspring for the shells were still there
when final defeat was sealed and an innocent youth had been stolen
he played hide and seek with fellow survivors young men by that time
in the end seasons were kind and soothed guilt and following orders
he learnt to appreciate the turn of events and spinning of the earth
changed ribbons and medals for flowers and bees in the hedgerows
and promised to fight for peace instead of rape pillage and murder
21st August 2020
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