February the 24th
Days're becoming long
Yet, in the east,
Darkness is growing strong
Onto the ground- still frozen and cold
It hurled warm droplets of blood
Guarded by the will of the nation born
Just when it was told
To sell its own soul!
Granary of Europe
Key to freedom's door
But what is the price
Of blood- fed corn?
You well know the price
-And yet, you still pay
Uninvited, the enemy,
Brought horror and pain
Dimly, there came hope
The sacrifice of the 24th
Will be the yeast
That grows light and hope
Some want you to fall
Some wish you abort
Though you did not ask
To be empire's pawns
Some beg you surrender
Some wait for your fall
But your nation's glory
Lives forevermore!
The echoes of the songs of victory are heard in the last breaths of those who were prepared to sacrifice themselves.
They looked over your shoulder. They whispered into your ears. You remained true to your ideals.
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