The Motherland Calls
Category: Creative Writing
by: Comrade
A mighty woman,
carrying a mighty decree.
Rising from the forest of bayonets,
the motherland is calling.
She demands a fiercer service
then that of the wizened old man
across the Pacific.
She demands true sacrifice,
every man to his rifle.
She wears a sanguine cloak,
great and heavy.
Her hand outstretched,
towards “Родина зовет!”
Her mighty message.
Her eyes gleam with Russian fire,
the fire of her unconquerable will.
the fire of her unconquerable will.
The invaders come,
burning and raping.
Russia absorbs them,
unleashes her soldiers.
The snow is red with blood.
Try as they may,
they cannot subdue her.
they cannot subdue her.
Dare you refuse the Motherlands mighty call?