Шестопалова Вера Евгеньевна
On this Day, visiting the Unknown Soldier’s grave - our shrine,
Used to be patient we, Russians, can’t hold back brine.
Remembering often that far war, I ask a question of mine:
Victory, our proud forever, what your colours are, say!
I’v read, ‘cause of war cruelty even children went grey!
Crimson sunrises usually turned to more crimson sunsets.
They were not then romantic, they included threats.
Oh, pallid hush of front line, don’t pretend, don’t lie
Recruits, too young greenhorns, who didn’t want to die.
Your ruby stars, Moscow, shone your selfless defenders.
Don’t forget , peoples, who kept your independence!
And brown plague, fascism, won’t be back anymore.
You, mankind, choose urgently: bright peace or blood war!
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