The Corpse Under My Bed - text

One month in hell
one month in this--
exploding shells, cowering
prostrate bodies
waiting to join them
to join your comrades
still agonizing
already dead.

Then our
counter offensive
a last attempt to escape from the trap
we'd set our selves
women and children
slaughtered like cattle
were they our enemies?
their cities burnt to the ground
cities like ours

Text přidala Auri

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