Michaela reclines
As she spins all her wool.
I clean my kipper mixing it in old gruel.
Oh how it’s nasty!
A writer am I
Split from the Red guys
On my own.
Michaela found me
In an old Kraut trap.
She nursed me back to health
While I wait for the Russians.
Oh how I love her!
Michaela is mine,
The most beautiful girl
In Slovakia.
On one fine spring day
As we did our chores.
A Mercedes truck of Krauts drove up
While I was in the woods.
They have Michaela!
I pray that no harm
Will come to my
Beautiful girl.
The Captain and his men
Stand all around her.
Michaela stands noble as a guard,
She’ll never flinch.
O how they taunt her!
But she stands her ground
As they stand around
My ladylove.
The troops stand ready
All in a long straight line.
She looks to the heavens then at me
The captain gives the command.
They now have fired
Their guns right at her.
I’ve witness the horror
Of the Third Reich.
I rush to her side
As I support her head.
She has expired
and now has a place with the dead.
Oh my Michaela!
The noblest of all
The Romanii people
In Slovakia.
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