Revoulution In Saxony - Poem by Liza Sud
Oh lands by revoulution burned
up to the Kaiser throne!
The hearts which saw how the friends fall -
will ache till we are old.
The childish laughter you don't hear -
just childish screaming.
The light of women grows dim
and grey - their hair.
War touches you forever deep,
deorives of legacy,
and all the crimes and evil deeds
it keeps in secrecy.
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