Russian Soldier,

did you know that you might die?

 

now here you lie -

 

discarded and alone -

 

scattered limbs flung far and wide

undocumented  -  lost  -  unknown,

no one to mourn your passing,

There'e no romance in death,

 

there is no glory -

 

no Heaven -

 

Heaven is a myth - devised by those

who sent you to your death,

to instill a false bravado in your breast

You were useful while you lived,

 

could hold a gun -

 

now that you are gone -

 

abandoned to the mud and gore,

following those who went before,

letting others take your place

to face the spitting guns.

 

               So Russian Soldier,

                            

                                         did you know the reason why?

 

                                                               did you really choose to die?