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VASILY ZAYTSEV
As nature took me back into times,
To witness sadden and heroic events filled with cries, It was very soul engulfing that I couldn’t stand to witness,
But was compelled by purpose to attend.
Old time landed me safely at STARLINGARD
I beheld a sniper riffle upon a raised platform,
The shooter as I approached diminished,
And I couldn’t say something to him,
I followed my way from starlingard,
Up to YELENINSKOYE ORENBURG, There the story began.
Songs were heard in a family,
A son came into the cosmo,
With a saddened task facing him,
Unknown was it to him,
Destiny and fate moulded him in,
That was VASILY ZAYTSEV The hero of Starlingard.
Gradually he grew into a finetaker,
Tracked down a wolf with only a bullet as a kid he was satisfied, Without a view of his role in Starlingard,
Due to Hitler's territorial conquest.
Troops marching out in thousands,
Outnumbering the alluvial sands,
The hope of the world was towards Starlingard,
Since the soviet union subdued by Hitler.
Starlingard became a stronghold,
Because of the undying spirit of men in the patriotic war.
Assigned to the 1047th Riffle Regiment,
Vasily was the pride of the company which later was named 62nd army at Starlingard,
That was on 17th September 1942,
Vasily started shooting around the axis
Zealous as he was on the battlefield,
A sniper concealing his locations,
Covering a large area from three positions, Known as the "sixies" up till today.
Killing 11 scores plus armed men including 11 snipers. Making It 32 axis killings.
Undiluted spirit of enthusiasm,
Towards conquering enemies at the gates,
Manifested by his perfect shootings,
Calculating the bearings of directions of his sniper,
Diminishing enemies until he conquered,
To him there was no land beyond the ''VOLGA''
ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
Here we stand in open fields
With guns in hand
But peace in our souls
A new generation rises
To fight the evils of the old
But there's trepidation
And tears in our eyes
We couldn't stop it
From coming to this
Our hands soon to be stained
With the blood of our own
But with steel in our hearts
We offer no comfort
To those dying in the masquerade
There were chances to reverse
And choose another way
But now it is too late
And Death's bell begins to sound
War...war never changes
But the eyes that behold it do
Forever tainted by the sight
Nostrils infected by the scent
Ears entrenched with the horror
Like playthings the survivors
Will be forgotten and homeless
While those who did not fight
Become legends in their own minds
But there is no legacy in bloodshed
Only those who must fight
And those who are left behind
Here we stand in open fields
We the people
The Flowers of Anarchy
Daphne
Daphne was definitely not a flirt
Dynamic and fierce, boy she could hurt
Clumsy in movement, robust, but with poise
Loud at times, she could make lots of noise
She hailed from good old Lincoln town
A rural beauty admired all around
Good at her job, espied by the boss
Her skills took her over to lands abroad
She continued to work and get her own way
When handled well, she was a mainstay
But her mood was volatile, her temper afire
When out on the field, she got stuck in a mire
Abandoned by her military lover
She found herself in the hands of another
Damaged and hurt, they mocked her demise
Paraded then dumped by the foreign bad boys
When the warring powers discontinued their fight
Her admirers removed her away from her plight
They took her back home to old Lincoln town
She was polished and cleaned and no longer down
Now old, she sits with others alike
Those far-off memories are kept alight
Her fans are many in this place of recall
And Daphne the tank is having a ball
Life is war
Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea
Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till we can't take anymore
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
Lost and stranded in a mental maze
Strafing bullets through the purple haze
letting in a ray of sun
Oh, oh, Life is war...
wondering if this is what's meant to be
or is there changing one's own destiny
to bring joy to everyone
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
We're surrounded by our enemies,
back to back we fight while on our knees,
as we pray for better days
Oh, oh, Life is war...
we stumble on through each catastrophe,
trying to find joy in the misery,
as we try to find our way
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
yes, love soldiers on
yes, love soldiers on
repeat and fade
John Derek Hamilton
November 09,2019
Lancaster formations
One two and three
To attack the dams
Off Industrial Germany
Targets to hit
In the Ruhr valley
Power providers
Canal alley
RAF Scampton
Near Lincoln they load
This barrelled bomb
Bounced to explode
Runway lined
Engines roar
Crews ready
Tally Ho!
Flying low to reach their quest
Allied pilots at their best
Flak explodes all around
As the Germans hear our engine sounds
Targets reached as they circle round
To gauge their height as it bounces sound
Steady steady let her go
As it hits the water
First bounce slow
Second bounce, momentum gain
These dams, not to be the same
Clinical strike as it hits the wall
Sinks, explodes
Crumbling walls
Minutes pass
As the crew's look back
To observe the severity of the attack
Nearly out of sight, as the walls finally gave
Cascades of water in thunderous rage
The Möhne and Eder breached as planned
Missions accomplished on these German dams
German war effort, hampered for a spell
As for the rest of the conflict
Time would tell
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“Pain”
I’ve had enough.
I’ve seen enough.
My bucket is full.
Little lost boys.
Little girls raped.
The guns never stop.
Mothers grieve.
Fathers bury.
Neighbors’ morn.
We write of it.
We sing of it.
We pray it ends.
Nations at war.
Lives destroyed.
Destruction surrounds.
Are we insane?
The pain it brings,
Over and over,
Again and again.
In midnight dreams,
On sweat-drenched sheets,
No joy is found,
As life struggles on.
Is this the way
It's supposed to be,
No smiling faces
On living room walls?
Is this the way it ends?
Are we insane?
I don’t understand.
4/27/2026
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Why don’t we act decisively when we go to war
Why don’t we crush the enemy
The enemy is trying to crush us
What on earth are we waiting for…
… Pauses, short ceasefires, humanitarian aid
all allow the enemy to regroup
and come back stronger than ever
What on earth are we waiting for…
There’s a detail we’ve overlooked here.
a little tiny detail
Perhaps one ceasefire can lead to another
And another, and even a cessation of hostilities, who knows
And perhaps, just perhaps, we can save dozens, hundreds
~ even thousands of lives
The fall of the castles, the siege on the Lords,
The day that the enemy’s melodies soared.
A victory waited ‘till the voices were lent.
Notes beat knives, songs beat the kingdom to its end.
The peasants smiled, but they wished to weep.
They could sow but they could never reap.
The bards saw the pain on their calloused hands,
And decided they deserved to take over the lands.
Thousands of drums began the war.
Violins made rumbles in the core.
The vocals struck the ears with their calls.
The trumpets meant there’s triumph after all.
The fall of the castles, the dawn of an era,
The power of rhythm, the Lords were in terror.
The trials with notation and the style of song,
Caused people to live the way they should’ve all along.
It's been a while. So, I thought I'd check in
Quiet and calm, the waters have been
Questioning a good thing, leave it to me
My world seems ok, how could that be
It feels un-natural, too good to be true
Waiting for it to fall, you know, the other shoe
Past experience has taught me all too well
There and back, a second home called hell
Tragedy after tragedy, loss after loss
I've survived, indeed, but what did it cost
The price has been paid. I have the receipt
Things I never ordered but forced to keep
A collection of scars, a trophy case of trauma
Self-destructive, paranoid skeptic, oh the drama
Peace, you see, it naturally comes and goes
I'm stuck somewhere in between, oh how it shows
An internal clock is always counting down
Ticking, until death rolls back around
Conspiracy theorist, I've mapped it all out
Patterns and timelines leave no doubt
A family curse or so it would seem
Generations destined, an echoed scream
I feel it in my bones, it's knocking on the door
Familiar, because well, it's all happened before
Stay focused. These chains, I have to break free
This time will be different, just wait and see
Cloaked in armor, hey it's now or never
This bond, this tie. Sword in hand. I sever.
Battle has commenced. Insane, it will drive her
An inside look at the thoughts of a survivor
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"DAMASCUS"
There is no collaboration in War
Poison winds and bullets
The fallout from a silent bomb that arrives out of nowhere
Lives left dead and damaged in the rubble
Line's drawn
Zip code
Zip locked
A Child's Tears
A Mother's Face
A blood running river silent scream
An absent State of Grace
A pointed loaded gun
Homeless nowhere to run
The enemy could be close
those you know
havoc reeking destruction
A pointed loaded gun
Another's War
Damascus
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Feb)
1.
https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/605359/syria-nuclear-world-war-3-bible-prophecy-damascus-armageddon-donald-trump-vladimir-putin
2.
https://www.hrw.org/news/2018/01/11/syria-children-under-attack-damascus-enclave
3.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/02/20/children-among-dead-71-killed-assad-regime-bombardment-eastern/
4.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+17
5.
https://www.youtube.com./watch?v=fduyWFQ-JXg