At A House In The Ukraine Poem by Gert Strydom

A Russian soldier lobs a hand-grenade
into the front door of that beautiful house.
Russians enter the house full of hatred,
drag and shoot Oleg before their questions begin:
"Where are the Nazis, " they scream loudly.
Iryna is stunned and helpless,
she stays calm are utterly frigid with them,
that these barbarians are going to rape her
she realizes when they grab her arms.
"Which Nazis? " They are utterly insane.
"Shoot me and my cat. Go on and shoot me now."
She jerks loose and lays on the ground as she stumbles and fall.
Without words they go outside,
and with burning cigarettes stand at their battle-tank.