How high is the sword sown deep in the heart
When one’s land is one’s commander in a war without end
While cowards hide readily behind enemy lines
There is only one duty that to a patriot binds.
A common man’s warrior bringing comfort to the lost
When slaying the fascist no battle was lost
Even when abandoned by fair weathered friends
A soldier is a leaf that as a stone never bends.
Your name was written in the stars many years ago
Russia’s next generation against last century’s foe
The 9th will arrive again but without your embrace
But a patriots’s scars run beyond the lines of a battle worn face.
An angel of justice in a world filled with grief
Your memory eternal before an enemy as wicked as brief,
In your land and beyond every man shall forever know
That the path of your footprints is where heroes shall go.
Alexander Zakharchenko (1976-2018)
SOURCE
https://www.eurasiafuture.com/2018/09/01/remembering-alexander-zakharchenko-1976-2018/
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