Womens' Lot
Skies above the Rus'
Were an icon face like
Womens' laments sung loud
Women screamed and cried
Women bowed to Him, in hope, trying their best:
- Oh, God, save, please, our men
Yes, please, save them!
Especially, from jaunty and very long prison terms judged to them...
Womens' Tears fell freezing
Skies, but silently
Remained still breathing
Roos' womens' lot
As actually ever was -
Raising kids without husbands
So all the saint faces cry
At the woody old churchy icons from that
Snow fields storms
Criss-crossly blessed us
God, please, save us
We'll surely pray it out
As we have to do it
Only, please, mercy our children, not us
Roos' womens' lot
As actually ever was -
Bidding for saints' mercy
And kneelling earth to them
So all the saint faces
At the woody old churchy icons
Cried as if aching from that.
Womens Lot
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