Poetry praising the seventy years of the Second World War

Fantasy, ambition, vague dreams,

Ridiculous theory of ethnic cleansing.

Beginning of life is kind and has no regrets.

No way back after drinking blood.

Blitzkrieg was caught off guard,

Sigh, sigh, sit still.

The deep ditch is not worth the hatred of national subjugation.

This tower overlooks the SS.

* * * wings for the benefit,

Unexpectedly, sea lions hunt northern bears.

Failure thousands of miles away leads to mediocrity,

The third line is surrounded.

Enemy at the Gates is full of blood,

The Red Square parade boosted the morale of the army.

Ice eats the sky and the east wind is angry.

Bloody mountains and rivers, dying.

Winter goes and spring comes, birds laugh,

The swamp mud suddenly attacked.

Iron and blood cast the horizon,

Leningrad ushered in the dawn.

The sea lion surprised the Xiakoudu,

This is especially important for the survival of the empire.

Cloudless London in Wan Li,

The eagle howled and the sun went down.

Millions of soldiers and civilians are stationed in Qixin,

Thousands of German eagles disappeared into the air.

Landed on June 6,

The magic soldiers are from France.

The flag is like a tiger.

Utah, covered with blood, flushed.

Trinity horizontal cloth,

No tears when you break the wall.

The ultimate solution of desert fox,

The tree-lined headquarters was full of joy.

Vertical mountains, rivers and ditches,

Ten thousand people hold bows.

A double-sided attack is self-defeating,

There was a lot of blood and rain in Berlin.

After watching the moon for seven years,

Steel is ambitious.

Yupanzhen said goodbye with shame,

Drink bullets to end eternal hatred.

Thousands of islands and coral reefs in the ocean,

Empire of rising sun curled up in the mouse house.

Kamikaze team,

Build a strong ship and a good gun.

Letters from home are full of true feelings,

Smoke baptism forgot the truth.

Crazy, mourning for the island,

There is no point in fighting back.

It is dangerous for natural barriers to be full of flesh and blood.

Sigh at sunset. Goodbye.

Hiroshima Nagasaki mushroom vertical,

The supreme emperor was forced to bend over.

At the end of World War II,

The whole world celebrates.

It must be a lonely soul printing,

Everything is spring.

The tomb of the immortal hero,

Expect from generation to generation.

Human history is disastrous,

The alarm will ring for future generations.

Peace, friendship and freedom from war,

Between heaven and earth.

Excerpts from poems

Author SoftFishry