Axis & Allies - damowords

Revenge!
A secret smile spread to each Departmente,
Himmler determines one must soon grimace,
The frustrations that damn’d day wrought soon vent
On some fair village t’where his monsters race;
Black Shutstaffels
Chain their choking cordon,
Shouts stern & steeple bells pale people to summon…
Menfolk maliciously murder’d
Beneath beaming barn arches,
Their women & offspring herded
Within one of Jove’s churches,
Tram trundles tward the massacred
From nearby Limoges;
It’s occupants harried cross the convex,
Exits seal’d off, some firebrand burns the hex.
Wylde shrieks leap from a holy place,
Whole village up in flame,
What witch‐wound trace etch’d in the face
Of those who know no shame,
To them bestial savagery is but a bullish game.
Battle of France
Felix Criminʹbus non erit hoc diu;
The Allies press on to the Sequana,
The Stars & Stripes, the Jack, the Tricolor,
Flutter with the liberationʹs ardour;
Each shaven pate,
Collaboratrices,
Receives a four‐year hate splasht cross angry faces.
But offensive bogs down & gropes
Thro the Bocage chequerboard,
Round Kalvarienburgʹs red slopes
Battle blunts the Saxon sword,
Tho outmannʹd, outgunnʹd, ʹgin the ropes,
From thʹairways slashʹd & clawʹd,
The Wehrmacht fight with heart so bold & big
As with the master after pass’d Leipzig.
A token force of six Tigers
Met fifty times their size,
What warriors forged in Russiaʹs
Rough fields of snow & flies,
No matter, tis certainty theyʹll be snuffʹd out from the skies.
Oradour‐sur‐Glane
June 10 th
1944
Villiers Bocage
June 13 th
1944