Fallen Man's Son Poem by Monarchist Oleg

Fallen Man's Son



There's a kid in the trench,
Holding in strength a wench
He peeps in earnest
At the enemy
He reminisces mother crying
Father dying.....
There's a kid in the trench
Seeking revelations
Of a robbed childhood
Within innards of fallen men

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