The canon shots in Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture
tells me that a war of freedom
does rage unstoppable
where soldiers do drive the forces of Napoleon
out of Moscow
and in my thought I do see images
with their clothes full of red blood that flows,
the glow of the fire, the rubble, the desolation
that such a violent struggle does bring
when that piece of music
does penetrate to the depths of my soul.
© Gert Strydom
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