The Curse Of Cain

Death twisted history,

guilts conferee

the liar unmasked

revenge by decree

 

His legions unfurling,

their flag through the smoke

the volunteers hailing,

preserving all hope

 

With dark days upon them,

no fear to be found

the women, the children,

in place underground

 

Around every corner,

behind every door

their liberty sacred,

today—evermore

 

(Warsaw: March, 2022)

 

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