Born after the final soul's defeat,
A battle lost, its echoes bittersweet.
The fading embers, a ghostly light,
Illuminating a vanquished night.
Dust-covered tomes, in Soviet guise,
Proclaimed a freedom, a cosmic prize.
Man liberated, to space he flew,
A narrative spun, a fabricated view.
A child's clear eye, could see the lie,
Yet truth entwined, beneath the sky.
Like cancer's grip, on flesh so fair,
Impossible to disentangle, a tangled pair.
The promised utopia, a shattered dream,
A hollow echo, a fading gleam.
The Soviet song, a discordant sound,
In truth's dark depths, no solace found.
The past's remains, a haunting shade,
A legacy of promises betrayed.
Born into ruins, a fractured age,
A soul searching, on history's stage.
In the Dark Depths of Betrayal
© Copyright: Лариса Сенегал, 2024
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