Perhaps you are a common drunk,
Perhaps in past your fleet had sunk,
Perhaps you've killed, perhaps you've lied -
But god we need you on our side!
The evil grinds men to dust
And turns ashes into crust -
And who knows better how to bite
Your lip and carry on with pride!
When powder looks for the spark,
You seem to always have a blast.
So come to us despite your past,
And turn our crumbling giant fast.
Perhaps when you will win the day
We'll come to see the light again,
We shall remember wicked man
Who came up with winning plan...
Perhaps we will call names again.
The roaring lion
© Copyright: Львов Лев, 2021
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