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Stand Firm

Refrain

Alex, oh Alex, come my son!

Grab your rifle, your gear, we must run.

Over yon hill and dale,

before the tanks come.

Tell Olena to take your son and flee.

For the West border and wait beyond for thee.

That you will join her when this is over.

Don't promise her too much.

By cell phone keep in touch.

Our crops may go unattended,

our cattle may die,

when summer comes upon us,

with blood in our eye.

But we must persevere,

no matter the pain.

We must hold them back,

not one inch to gain.

(Refrain)

Always remember what we have here,

what we have built together,

and hold so dear.

We cannot let tyranny,

take that from us anymore.

This land has been bloodied,

time and again--no more!

When in due time, they grow tired and leave.

We can return to our land and breathe.

The fresh air of freedom once again.

(Refrain)

Olena will return with your son so grown.

Sunshine and happiness will reign over morn,

once again on our happy, happy home.

Copyright © Ronald W. Hull

3/10/22

You can read and print this poem at my website here.