cost of the loss, while they gain

about war - the loss and the gain -

Bended knees prayers at the steeple,

The synagogue,

Feeble, we need strength for our people,

The men of God,

Are dog tired, the hours are now countless,

In this linen fog,

An odd silence they’re expired in amounts with,

Where the sin belongs,

The power of the doubters was enough I guess,

Fields of warriors lay,

Not one dead coward there before this mess,

Yield before you say,

They weak after death they still conquest,

With remorseful dismay,

Quilted by the blood of the pawns in chess,

Knell to the Kings display,

Heavenly rest forever alive in the hearts,

Of many reside with loss,

At the cost of the dollar, soil, oil and marks,

Charts of strategy with frost,

So, ice cold, so frigid, the timid man starts,

A war, no pun intended a coin toss,

Heads or tails they in it to win it, light up the dark,

Envious and with no loyalty this is over royalty and a cross "

Author's Note

the photo is just an old Russian ww2 photo, but the far right looks like V.Putin if you zoom in. seriously used this photo cause that creep'd me out.