THE BARDS OF MASURIAN LAKE

THE BARDS OF MASURIAN LAKE

 

 

All hail the Great Tsar

A sound that dawned upon us

A voice that never resonated within

Within all; flaking souls of Masurian

 

The lake which once flowed

Dancing away the merry summer

Lay still, as if the lightening charred its conscience

Or maybe the lightening Germans

 

We were walking a fogged battlefield

Breasted by a furred armour

Living the fate which was never ours

Heading to destiny that lured the devil

 

We are cold blooded; they said

But never saw it frozen on the soil

The herd of shame marched over our bodies

Crunching dried leaves of our pride

 

Our home alienated us

Asked for our blood to feed its monsters

And we moved on and on; so foolishly,

Sacrificing our love and pride to their feet

 

A cruel mistress from the west

Slaying, so elegantly, with our hearts on her sword

For all we could do; stand and stare

As she barraged our sprouting hope

 

Once the white warriors of Tsar

Now the bards of Masurian

Dragging our own corpses to Earth

Leaving behind the songs of betrayed trust

 

The souls who are denied the death

Are pierced by the past memories

Still breathing, though, with an unsung saga

Of how the mighty baits the meek.