Proinnsias

Proinnsias

The Russian Soldier in Ukraine

The Russian Soldier in Ukraine,
How can he sleep at night?
What shadowy shape slinks by his bed?
In a moment, he is dead.
For it is not an army he must fight,
But every citizen of a nation.
Crack! A bullet in his heart,
Or softly a pillow seals his breath.
The loving lady who pleasured him
Now slips a sharp knife through his skin.
Even those who serve his table,
There is hidden anger in their faces.


Where can WE sleep safe at night?
Inside our tanks, perhaps!
It is not an army we must fight,
But the entirety of a population,
Once our cousins and our neighbours,
Now cast as enemies and strangers.
Why am I, a noble lad,
Now as a cruel monster cast?
Why am I part of this monstrosity,
Committing crimes against humanity?
Once before, from a senseless war,
We turned and marched against our Tsar.


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