Eight decenniums ago
A woman sang near a riverbank
A wife's longing for a husband in imago
A soldier far away bearing no ankh.
Katyusha was her name
A well-loved dame
Left by a husband in war
Defending his country in tar.
She and her husband only wanted peace
For the world to see and feel
No soldier will die for callous frontispiece
Than become an image of New World's heel.
Katyusha will live in memories and dreams forever
Singing for women and wives of soldiers
Serving a country under God not sever
With a song to linger in the beholders.
Categories:
katyusha, conflict, dream, earth, emotions,
Form: Narrative
In a state controlled by a fanatical militia
Fuelled by a desire for revenge,
They sit cowering in a crumpled cellar,huddled close,
Wide-eyed kids whimpering
Held tight by sad-eyed women and grim-faced
Men,muttering their imprecations
While listening to the crump,
Crump of the incessant shells raining down on their village,
Their hearts racked with hatred
Driven by fear.
In a state born out of terrorism
Hemmed in by hostility,
They sit crowded in their bunkers
Lit by flickering bulbs
Listening for the faint whine of Katyusha rockets
And singing shakily to keep their spirits up,
Silence falling when a shell bursts
As they fear the worst,
Their hearts racked with hatred
Driven by fear.
Categories:
katyusha, death, sad,
Form: Free verse