The Night In Stalingrad
It comes every once so often
Seeking the searing cry of pain
With the persistence of starving men
It finds the throne to reign
Pushing and pushing until I rhyme
Against my will I would do this
Its determination to them cry
Matches only the dying men
If you should come
from the pits of only Hell
Leave me be at the stoop
And on that step you will see
A man of deadened dreams
For the love of the first woman had
on the night of Stalingrad
The hopes of this city's capture soon
Whelms them with tenacity
They would fortell only cries and doom
on the siezure of this city
Citizens scream and run for shelter
They're wings were clipped
Because of this, they knew no better
upon the night of Stalingrad
They may search
and they may find
Their families and all their pieces
I wasn't there all those years ago
But the dreams pf the involvement make it seem so
I've envisioned another just like it
Only it wasn't s foreign
Upon our soil the blood will set
Just like it did in Stalingrad
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2006
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