My final words, I beg thee, do not explode,
I love this world, for it my life bestowed.
But for this love, I am prepared to pay,
The highest price, my life, I give away.
A finger may seem small, but do not err,
It's part of the fist, that can inflict a stir.
I suffer and I gasp, my bones do break,
Under the pressure of those who would remake.
Yet I shall fight and suffer, day by day,
To keep this world safe for those who come to play.
Another day, another breath, I take,
Until this world is safe, for future's sake.
I shall not yield, but fight until my last,
For the safety and peace of this world to last.
Tomorrow
© Copyright: Антон Печкуров, 2023
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