Axis & Allies - damowords

Collapse of the Reich
Only Goebells would join his god in doom,
The Nazi magick sever’d from it’s source,
The rest scurry like rodents thro the gloom,
The one light reflecting from this white horse;
Great Zhukov sits
Proudly in the saddle,
What majesty emits from masters of battle.
He drove his men into the fray
With one last ferocious spurt,
Resolute that following today
His soldiers will face no hurt,
Let loose is the last bullet spray,
Foe bleeding in the dirt…
With one sweet cry, “The fighting is finish’d!”
Prussian militarism extinguish’d.
Thro Brandenburg victorious
Men sang in Zhukov’s drag,
Pallid soldiers stand glorious
By the ruinʹd Reichstag,
Upon whose roof a‐fluttering Russia has raised its flag.
Berlin
May 2 nd
1945
Flight of Eichmann
Messerschmitts motoring thro morning sky
In their desperate effort for safety,
One weary man with yet wearier sigh
Looked low upon the burning Germany;
No sun, no birds,
Just smoke, just hate, just hell,
Namore those mystic words shall fuel Der Fuhrerʹs spell.
Below, a soldier saw the plane
Wishing it was him within,
Instead, manhandlʹd off the train
By avengant Konstantin,
Black memories flood boiling brain,
The scar brought back the sin...
For what this slug did to dear Dosia
He drew his knife & slew Gerhart Buscher.
Above, Eichmann went on in flight
Touch’d down by sultry port…
In came the night, his nerves asprite,
He smiled, boarded the boat,
Bound for distant Buenos Aires, diamonds about his throat.
Barcelona
May 4th
1945