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poem of blood
the city was burning with fire
so was the memories
the country was dying with its past
the glory days are no more
a young girl saw her mother
but she was dead
a father saw his son sleeping
to never wake up again
the poet was breaking his pen while
the city was burning
reich was crushed
the war was over
and people were massacred
each line of his poem described
the scream of the women's who were
faithfull to the
nazi satan
as the day ended
the poet sat on his bed
watching the stars
and thinking what if
the winter never came
what if the fuhrer
never died in pain
but who cares at the end of the day his
country and europe was still red
( based on fall of berlin at ww2 )
written by
Sayan Das
© All Rights Reserved
so was the memories
the country was dying with its past
the glory days are no more
a young girl saw her mother
but she was dead
a father saw his son sleeping
to never wake up again
the poet was breaking his pen while
the city was burning
reich was crushed
the war was over
and people were massacred
each line of his poem described
the scream of the women's who were
faithfull to the
nazi satan
as the day ended
the poet sat on his bed
watching the stars
and thinking what if
the winter never came
what if the fuhrer
never died in pain
but who cares at the end of the day his
country and europe was still red
( based on fall of berlin at ww2 )
written by
Sayan Das
© All Rights Reserved
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