A thread unbroken, stained with red,
Of thrones once risen, heroes dead.
Where Dnieper winds through ancient land,
A kingdom rose by fate’s command.
Oleg the bold, with iron hand,
Bent chaos to his fierce demand.
From pagan dark, a banner high,
A fire lit against the sky.
Then Vladimir, through trials grim,
Embraced the cross and knelt to Him.
From Byzantium’s sacred light,
A church arose to pierce the night.
Yet history’s tide, both cruel and vast,
Brought Mongol wrath, a shadow cast.
The Slavic soul, though scarred and torn,
Would rise again, anew, reborn.
A tyrant came with demon’s gaze,
His fury set the world ablaze.
Ivan, the dread, with blood-stained might,
Unleashed an empire, forged in night.
And from its depths, a hunger spread,
A land enslaved, though conquerors bled.
Through endless snows, through iron chains,
The common man knew only pain.
The ages turned, unrest took hold,
A suffering too dark, too old.
The earth itself seemed set to break
And so the mob, in rage, awakes.
A crimson wave, a kingdom felled,
A hammer struck, the heavens quelled.
From war’s red womb, the Soviets came,
A whispered curse, a dreaded name.
The Cold War burned, though swords lay still,
A silent war of iron will.
Through victory’s cost, through frozen graves,
Through twenty million lost as slaves.
But walls will fall, and tyrants fade,
Their banners lost, their thrones unmade.
The empire cracked, its chains undone,
Yet ghosts remain, its work not done.
A leader rose from shadows grim,
A man of ghosts, of secrets dim.
A relic clad in modern guise,
Who sought to rule through broken ties.
But time is cruel, and borders break,
As nations rise for justice’s sake.
Ukraine stood tall, though war returned,
As past and future clashed and burned.
Now fire falls, now steel is torn,
Now history weeps again, reborn.
The West, the East, both shape the fray,
Yet truth is lost in what they say.
For history does not forget,
And in its hands, our fates are set.
So heed the past, the wars once fought,
The lessons scarred, with suffering wrought.
For peace is more than battles ceased
It is the mind that seeks release.
ImpChimp Art 