A faithless Oleg courted me
he stole away our liberty
when our poor hopes were raised then
he came, and smiled, and stole it then
When our exceptations were down low
He gaves us screens to end our woe
When the forum felt the shame
Oleg smiled, but never came
When the summer brought no copies to sight
The forum gasped and felt the fright
When winter months did nothing prove
We wondered where we needed to move
We wish, we hope, but all in vain
If only we were naive again
And then, oh know! what can we see?
But storm of war, under the tree
Storm of War, coming 25 December 2010
