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Poland III

For soon the rains of destiny will fall
as innocence capitulates its soul.
Aggression sealed your fears within a wall
to let disease and hunger take their toll.
Your rank-and-file dissolved into the night
with nary whisper echoing their names,
‘tis mortal hate that nourishes the blight
as ethnic cleansing fueled the growing flames. 
But as a flicker grew into a fire,
his dominance was filched by forced decree.
A thousand years would dare to be his spire
though apathetic eyes refused to see.
A timid world was sheepish in reply
as clouds of war transformed their peaceful sky.

As clouds of war transformed their peaceful sky
the Bear and beast join forces in deceit.
But loyalty and trust cannot rely
upon a union built upon conceit,
Beguiled collusion, acting in accord,
let treachery instill the feral pack,
such insolence must never be ignored
for trust will put a knife in honor’s back.
But such a union petrifies the world
as Poland is the first to be devoured.
And as we gazed, the masterplan unfurled;
an underworld of evil was empowered.
When iron and steel achieve a Fuhrer’s goal,
the Gods of war shall reap their hellish toll.

The Gods of war shall reap their hellish toll
when vengeance fuels the fires of zealot rage.
His promises of grandeur will extol
as providence is shouted from the stage. 
‘Twas merely scandal, ceding to Versailles,
for battle-hardened soldiers won the day.
And those to blame, his words shall vilify,
and all who bleed in kindred blood shall pay.
As propaganda fed each starving crowd,
a fevered hate would seep into its mind. 
And promised hope was artfully avowed,
for evil knows that innocence is blind.
All rationale shall quickly lose control
when anarchy consumes a barren soul.

When anarchy consumes a barren soul.
a new regime may rise from ‘neath the dearth,
and lunacy will fill the vacant hole,
as bigotry attempts to seed the earth.
A demagogue had risen to the helm
when parliament was ravaged by the thief,
he thus, instilled an autocratic realm
as all the world stood by in disbelief.
But promises to rise above the blight 
imposed for warring failures of their past,
was mere sensation, laced with bitter spite
and such conceit is doomed to never last.
When method lets morality devolve,
humanity is destined to dissolve.

Humanity is destined to dissolve
as gluttony concedes to avarice.
‘Twas but a blunder pressing to absolve
a giant fast asleep in paradise.
And to the West, as continents divide,
a blitzkrieg wipes your innocence away,
The French and English rallied by your side
with frail intent to keep the beast at bay.
Though isolation stilled the hearts of all 
‘twas but a foolish ploy to pacify,
for soon the rains of destiny will fall
as clouds of war transform their peaceful sky.
The Gods of war shall reap their hellish toll
when anarchy consumes a barren soul.

Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2023

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