Charles Grisham Poet I do not know?

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

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