We thought it was a turning point -
And so did they, and were right.
These heaps of steel so swiftly joined -
They were the nation's sacred might.
It was a chance, not fate in motion,
That left this war to mere luck,
It was a daring misfortune
That fired up a random spark.
We were on the verge of greatness -
And now we fight for our lives!
Let it be known that no sentence
Will match our fall and our demise.
We were brave, and strong, and wealthy -
But why oh why did we forget
That though heavens were merry,
Their smiles sometimes we regret.
Midway
© Copyright: Львов Лев, 2021
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