Marshal Georgi Zhukov

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Marshal Georgi Zhukov

The German Soviet War 1941/45 was the most
destructive in history, 27 million lives were lost.
The military commander who deserves the most
credit for this victory is Marshal Georgi Zhukov.

Marshal Georgi Zhukov.
1896-1974.

The Zhukov family were desperately poor,
With a Tsarist regime making the law,
Just ten years of age mature of years,
Georgi left home his father in tears.

To Moscow then, his uncles abode,
Expected to work, share the load,
A furriers apprenticeship he began,
Keen, ambitious, no also ran.

A pitiless master leading the way,
They rose at dawn for a twelve hour day,
When day was done, bodies tired,
The factory floor was where they retired.

Childhood days were quickly spent,
Call up papers officialdom sent,
A natural gift for military things
Exited by war, all it brings.

The First World War came, went,
Georgi blossomed in this event,
But in 1917 his country withdrew,
The Tsarist regime was over threw.

With Reds and Whites fighting it out,
The Reds victorious in this little bout,
So communist Russia, it became,
Georgi excelled in this red domain.

When the Japanese invaded Mongolian land,
Zhukov showed his powers of command,
Wrecking the Japs in a counter attack,
He gave the Mongolians their country back.

But in 41 they were ill prepared,
When Hitler decided they would not be spared,
Barbarossa he named, this campaign,
For Russian lands he made his claim.

Zhukov was given the army command,
He wanted the job of defending his land,
At Stalingrad, his hour would come,
Field Marshall Paulus was made to succumb.

At Kursk he faced the Germans with tanks,
The world biggest tank battle, this still ranks,
The Germans crushed, made to give way,
On Russian soil, they'd had their day.

Ukraine, Romania, Poland were next,
The whole of his country and others annexed,
Zhukov the genius was hailed in awe,
Victorious Russia had won this war.

After taking Berlin he returned to his land,
Dabbling in politics, some military command,
In 74, he would eventually fall,
They laid him to rest in the Kremlin wall.

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Whites-royalists.

Morlar

There once was a man named Ioseb Besarionis dze Jughashvili,
No family guy was he though he loved quagmire and giggidy,
sociopath & sadist, his arms held torturers, executioners & rapists,
Friend to all who obeyed except non-jew or papist,

had a buddy named beria, a conniver,drugger & a raper of scores,
as like stalin, to him, all children and women were whores,
they wrote murder as they met, though the harts like jessica blushed,
as the blood of katyn was wiped off & all evidence flushed,

old blood & young blood it all flowed through the snow,
from gulag to gulag across through chmielno,
raped half europe then neustettin, berlin,
filled pit after pit non communist asked in,

Purges, purges and killing and death,
stench it rose high then above to the west,
'Uncle stalin protect us' was what the children cried,
while the tears of their parents were hid behind pride.

hehe.