Comrade

Oh, comrade, the work is near complete
The beading sweat on brows, terse fire
Oh comrade, I know your eyes are sore
But observe the dogs of war, released
Blue eyed comrade, it matters not
Our hands, these fingers, of what are they?
But when these limbs strike together
Oh, the force
The collective fire
A thousand torches to a fallow heart
The boon, it spreads
Comrade, the horse it plows
The beast it snarls, the tiger prowls
But to what end, do creatures toil
We seize the day
Storm the soil
Ah, comrade, knowing full you died
With hopes and dreams, yet future bleak
Your body lies in the acrimonious frost
Heart as lifeless as the Russian cold
Siberia, it claimed us all
But, comrade, the fruit is worth bearing
Comrade, you left soon before I
Yet the baton, it passed
Together we fight