Revengence Poem by Graham Eccles

Not again! The Russian always turned up.

Like a bad penny; come in from the cold.

The German was more down to earth; firmly rooted.

Working undercover, sat at the bar, he smoked a cigar and smiled

They’d been the best of buds
They’d reached a fork, friendship splintered.

The Englishman had come between them.

Well, him and the American, but that’s all in the past

The Russian sat hoping the summer would come

His frozen face melting by the fire, he swigged his Vodka and got higher.

From the dark corner by the door a figure rose

His face concealed well by the brim of his hat

As the Chinese man came through the door, the figure rose to meet him

A flash of Steel! The Chinese man stood calm


As he sheathed his sword the figure dropped to the floor

In the darkness under his hat they all saw the truth

The American had fallen.

The German knew what was coming, he got up and ran for the stairs

The Russian sat unawares.

The Chinese man stepped forward to face the Englishman

The German shouted to the Russian but he just stared at the flames

He had no mind for these games

Through the door the Arab armies came. Their leader stood with the Chinese. They smiled.

From the back came reinforcements.

Black, Red, Brown and White.

All the third world; with all its might.

As the Englishman fell, the Russian laughed.

The German was out the window; the Frenchman waiting in the car

He unlocked his door and the German got in

Inside the bar, raised voices, screams and shouts

The Russian walks out, the Americans hat on his head, still laughing



The explosion tore the bar to bits

The Russian turned, he didn’t expect this

Bang! A bullet tore his head to bits
Then all was still

As the dust settled in the snowy wastes, nothing moved.

The bar in tatters; no survivors

The Russians body lay lifeless, blood, crimson on snow

The German lit another cigar and grinned

“It is finished” he said. The Frenchman started the car.

Click, click, BOOM! !

The German spoke too soon.

Nobody took responsibility; everybody blamed everybody else

Only the Irishman on the bicycle knew the truth of that night

But nobody asked him.