Dying for nothing
In the foreign land,
While Sam is resting,
On a tender bed.
Proud of having nothing,
Just the Motherland,
Being an official weapon,
Its a Destination hand.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=303680
Рубрика: Военная лирика
дата надходження 02.01.2012
автор: Юриан Оболонский