A March Through Snow In Wartime

The people march,


A great crowd clothed in tatters.


They march hour after hour,


Across barren ice lands,


And past corpses and carcasses,


Famished and frozen as night falls,


And the march shows no signs of ending.


Many stumble, never to get up again.


They lie in the snow, forgotten,


Dying under the night sky


As Europe destroys itself with war,


And nations weep and mourn for their sons.


They march.

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Glad Europe has grown up at

Glad Europe has grown up at least a little in the last 75 years.

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Applies To Wars

Russia and Germany