The ballad of World War II - 1940

With silence it began, in a cloud ready to thunder
The world awaited, for the new decade of wonder
The battle lines drawn, the ships set to sail
The airforces catching up, civilians turned pale

David holds Goliath, the giant pays for every inch
But the mass of his forces, overcome the tiny Finns
Wolf packs are unleashed, they destroy without mercy
Convoys are helpless, the Brits are rationed and hungry

The Germans move west, all material and men
While Reinhard tries to answer, the Jewish question
The pressure of the blockade drives the German to action
Sink all the ships, irrespective the faction

Denmark and Norway caught the German's sight
Iron ore to protect, to fuel the Wehrmacht's might
The Brits and French for an economic strangle on the German
En masse into Norway, why not into Denmark a question

A Finnish surrender, the great mannerhiem is broken
The Goliath's terms, turns David to the German
The Italian entry to this house of madness
For Pax Romania, and Ethiopia's extinction

A Japanese China was crudely formed and subjected
While the Chinese turned on each other, adding another dimension
The cruelty of the war, at least a glimpse of it captured
When the Katyn poles, the Germans discovered

The allies now weakened by their Norwegian endeavour
Are to face the wrath of a well oiled manoeuvre
The Germans strike by modifying the Schlieffen's plan
They strike hard, with Stukas and Panzers and SuperMan
The Hague, Hannut and Rotterdam in turn fall
Norway is abandoned, Churchill is brought to the call

Whilst the allies in a hallucinated haze, invading undefended lands
The arredenne is penetrated, and to tatters go their ill directed plans
Through co-ordinated air and land, the deathly blitzkrieg breaks their front
The Miracle of the Marne, won't entrench the well learnt Hun

Encircled and obliterated, their rear guard in constant action
From Dunkirk, they scurry to England
Every ship, every boat, every tug, every vessel, even civilian
Rush to save the remains of the west from total annihilation

The Enigma code deciphered, the secret kept from us all
But in Bletchley there's a Russian, the secret was never at all
The wolves for the time, out witted, unbroken
The black gap remains a growing grave, of desperate British shipping dedication

Il Duce's decision for a French invasion, was met with cheers of ancient reminiscence
Their escapade toward an early grave, was obliged by no French preparations
Till a land but the size of a cottage farm was taken
Il Duce, turned toward African salvation

The resistance as one was split by Petain and De Gaulle
The Vichy roam free, the French free resist while lined at the wall

A reenactment in a coach, the fallen are humiliated,
No room for remorse, the resistance elsewhere congregated
Their ally and friend sends it's navy to Davy Jones's locker
In Asia, they lose the spoils of a mighty ancient conqueror

A few, the flyers are to defend the last free state for long
At Battle of Britain, the spitfires bring their storm
The governments of the conquered, to Britain they flee
The last hope of refugee from the Nazi decree
The Brits with the power to see beyond the greatest sight
Eagle Day brings along Goring's failing might
Never was so much owed by so many to so few
The busting of cities sets London in queue

The Goliath is still hungry, the Baltic is taken with resurgent pride
But Romania, is a gypsy thorn in his side

The Italians unwind from their Somalian dwell
At Tug Argan, their East African empire will swell
Whilst the spitfires rule the air, the sea lions hold the French Coast
The North African see saw, begins at Wavell's Egyptian outpost

The tripartite is formed uniting east and west
The Star of David in the Warsaw ghetto now rests
Romania is now Nazi, for Goliath aided in this unfavourable favour
While the halls of Athena, undergoes again Roman lecture

Liverpool is bombed for the 200th time
Spain, Turkey and Ireland stray to the side lines
Not our boys, exclaims Roosevelt, back to the president's office
Carrier warfare, has it's birthing at Taranto, through the swordfish

Ares holds Mars, and drives him back to the start
Only with Teiwaz's intervention, would the Greeks lose heart
Hungary and Slovaks have now turned axis
City busting, this decade, has become common practise
St Paul is hit, the republicans change favour
Britain stands alone, with only exiles as brothers

Reviews

[Norah]

This is beautiful, truly beautiful. Great Job!