Axis & Allies - damowords

Last Days of the Reich
Some vale East of the Lakes Masurian
Bleak Prussian homesteads clad in sober grey
Refuse to flee in face of the Russian
Though murder is the order of their day;
Huddlʹd in song,
Shells smash through cottage wood
Slaying a peasant throng, soil drinking native blood.
Throughout the Nazi satellite
Roam doubters for eversion,
Bulgaria gives up the fight,
The Baltic states beseigen,
Finland leaves Hitler to his plight
As the Romanian
All land & liberty to Stalin yields ‐
Seizing the vital Ploesti oil‐fields.
How darkly disgusting is war
When war’s ways rumble home,
The drumbeats are frightful afar,
The Volk of Berlin’s Rome
Crucified... an Appalachian Way of the Reichstag dome.
Germany
August
1944
Revolt!
Stalin urges his sister race to rise;
A city still in ruin since its fall ‐
Sad emblem of defeat ‐ defiant flies
The indestructable soul of the Pole!;
Muzurek charms,
The Russian tanks draw near,
The citizens take arms, abandoning all fear.
The warʹs grey incunabula
Contested to no avail,
As the majestic Luftwaffe
Dowses hopes with lethal hail,
ʺThis revolt!ʺ insists the Fuhrer,
ʺCan only ever fail !ʺ
Yon the suburbs Stalinʹs tanks sat idle
Watching two old foes wilting thro battle.
The Nazis reaffirm their grip,
Unleash a savage hate,
This sinking ship, this rubbish tip,
The Poles evacuate,
Raggedly shuffling westwardly, cursing their contreeʹs fate.
Warsaw
August 1944