Watch it:
The monsters of the monsters have been born
And walk uncovered, fishing souls,
Sowing the fear, making hopes forlorn,
Awarded medals for death-rolls
Of the tortured.
Hear it:
They march ringing the knell of blessed days,
Shoot and recharge and shoot again the weak
Who comprehend all at a helpless gaze
What sorrows their children will
Inherit.
Feel it:
They penetrate into the bottom of the heart
And make you doubt and give in,
For well they know that wars at soul start
And victories are gained within
The spirit.
Fight it!
The monsters walk but there must be fighters
For sake of values true and peace.
Until their faithful mind alight is,
The world unique will never cease
Being lighted.
To The Fighters
© Copyright: Ольга Касаткина 2, 2011
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