Lament for a Russian Soldier

Solemn prayers and hymns arise, tears cascade and grief descends. Upon this Russian village wild, falls a tale of sorrowful ends.

Tender hugs and loving kisses, loving families all around. As the fallen soldier lay at rest, his comrades vow to surround.

Still the evil of war looms near, sadness brought by its disgrace. With no true victory found here, only grief and pain can we trace.

So we bow our heads in sorrow, and to our fallen soldier pray. For from a war no one can borrow, this soldier’s fate we cannot sway.

Desolation marks this moment, losses weigh heaven’s gates ajar. Yet we solemnly embrace this day as tears and hope, alight a star.

We shall honour our departed, and his memory shall remain. Even as war takes its toll paid, we’ll remember his bold refrain.