Poland II
A blitzkrieg wipes your innocence away
and only heaven’s hand can help you now.
Your counterparts lie trepid to the fray,
for they can sense the wolfen on the prowl.
Oh dear Poland, there’ll be no recompense
as death, unbridled, sweeps across your soil,
‘tis merely hate, disguised as self defense
for bigotry has let the snake uncoil.
A sleeping world must open wide its eyes
for time of retribution has come due.
Hold fast dear Poland, heaven hears your cries
and only days of war shall see you through.
For fear this beast will reach the channel tide,
the French and English rally by your side.
The French and English rally by your side
to front the swift vehemence of his surge.
‘Tis nay enough, though fire and steel collide,
to stave assail and fend the vicious scourge.
Infernal screams of doom fall from the sky
engulfing all within each city wall,
and as they burn, a helpless world stands by
as clouds of war become a shrouded pall.
All hope is scorched, it scatters to the wind
as subjugation grips your Nation’s soul,
and quiet schemes of slaughtering begin
as purity becomes his manic goal.
For you dear Poland, the quailing world will pray
with frail intent to keep the beast at bay.
With frail intent to keep the beast at bay,
vehemence pillaged innocence at will.
Collected flocks were crassly marched away
to maximize a systematic kill.
A master plan to end semitic dreams
instilled the mindless fiends that hailed the flame.
‘Twas but deceit, as oligarchy schemes,
to seed a cause for all the world to blame.
His vengeance roared unleashing hate within
from retribution stemming from defeat.
A nation torn would forcibly amend
as reparations lended it deplete.
A passive world has answered Poland’s call
though isolation stilled the hearts of all.
Though isolation stilled the hearts of all,
the cries of war were heard throughout the land.
And, though demise of Poland would befall,
the Slavic heart avowed to beat again.
A resonance arose to front the rail
of devastation coursing through Her veins,
‘twas taut resistance seeking to avail
her flailing force and salvage Her remains.
But ursine greed charged in to claim its piece
as gluttony let evil prides converge,
and any hope to resurrect would cease
as two voracious coalitions merge.
The caterers of peace cannot deny
‘twas but a foolish ploy to pacify.
‘Twas but a foolish ploy to pacify
a savage beast seeking to devour.
As weakness reeked, its pangs would amplify
the hunger that intensified its power.
When blood was let it flowed without remorse
to feed the lust that roiled a craving mind.
It pressed the Bear to join the beast in force
and soon their brutal claws are intertwined.
Another front had opened to the East
unleashing lightning, ripping you apart.
The mighty Bear had partnered with the Beast
and as they fed it drained your beating heart.
A watching world must answer to the call
for soon the rains of destiny will fall.
Copyright ©
Mark Massey
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