Death twisted history,
guilts conferee
the liar unmasked
revenge by decree
His legions unfurling,
their flag through the smoke
the volunteers hailing,
preserving all hope
With dark days upon them,
no fear to be found
the women, the children,
in place underground
Around every corner,
behind every door
their liberty sacred,
today—evermore
(Warsaw: March, 2022)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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This is a very sad poem but it is eloquently and fabulously written as always......Christina
Thanks Christina.
Kurt,
The title of your remarkable poem reminded me of a conversation I had with a former colleague of mine (who is Russian) about this war that’s going on . She feels that not only Putin but all Russians are cursed now because they should have stopped this ruthless dictator before now. She feels they’re all stained by this invasion. She says there’s no where to hide—they will have to bear this ‘mark’.
Laura🌻
Agreed, thank you.
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