Hark! The hardened heart of voter-folk,
Sees America's sail 'midst storm-tossed yoke,
Their fears begin to soften, hopes ignite,
The ship's course turns to promising new light.
Once again, the tale needs repeating,
Of hearts once filled with frosty greeting,
Now they glimpse a new dawn, true and bright,
Firm faith found, in America's might.
Yet ponder upon Pokrovsk's plight,
Their last stand 'gainst the tyrant's fight,
Digging trenches and bidding adieu,
'Midst the shadow of Moscow's cruel crew.
