Not again! The Russian always turned up.
Like a bad penny; come in from the cold.
The German was more down to earth; firmly rooted.
Working undercover, sat at the bar, he smoked a cigar and smiled
They’d been the best of buds
They’d reached a fork, friendship splintered.
The Englishman had come between them.
Well, him and the American, but that’s all in the past
The Russian sat hoping the summer would come
His frozen face melting by the fire, he swigged his Vodka and got higher.
From the dark corner by the door a figure rose
His face concealed well by the brim of his hat
As the Chinese man came through the door, the figure rose to meet him
A flash of Steel! The Chinese man stood calm
As he sheathed his sword the figure dropped to the floor
In the darkness under his hat they all saw the truth
The American had fallen.
The German knew what was coming, he got up and ran for the stairs
The Russian sat unawares.
The Chinese man stepped forward to face the Englishman
The German shouted to the Russian but he just stared at the flames
He had no mind for these games
Through the door the Arab armies came. Their leader stood with the Chinese. They smiled.
From the back came reinforcements.
Black, Red, Brown and White.
All the third world; with all its might.
As the Englishman fell, the Russian laughed.
The German was out the window; the Frenchman waiting in the car
He unlocked his door and the German got in
Inside the bar, raised voices, screams and shouts
The Russian walks out, the Americans hat on his head, still laughing
The explosion tore the bar to bits
The Russian turned, he didn’t expect this
Bang! A bullet tore his head to bits
Then all was still
As the dust settled in the snowy wastes, nothing moved.
The bar in tatters; no survivors
The Russians body lay lifeless, blood, crimson on snow
The German lit another cigar and grinned
“It is finished” he said. The Frenchman started the car.
Click, click, BOOM! !
The German spoke too soon.
Nobody took responsibility; everybody blamed everybody else
Only the Irishman on the bicycle knew the truth of that night
But nobody asked him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem