The Round About-1.

In my days... I was really brave

Now almost 80 and life has made me a slave

Would like to see my little princess just once before I go into the grave

Thought would never do it again but the rebels are at a gain

Sarah is not with me…this fact is aggravating my pain

I am a Russian who was born in Krakow

Never thought would deal in Topolov and Kalashnikov

For me it was business as usual…just arms dealing

But the wounds…even time said they are deep too for healing

I was amongst red in the war torn USSR

Though we won but forgot Stalin was our new Czar

We won everything…had all the land still there was no harmony

Swear by the creed…Money was my only need

I deceived the values from my family I received

But I was a Father too and to this fact; I had to pay the heed

So I decided to sell arms…it was the need that sowed the seed

I was amongst the richest within a few years

Earned so much…that richness and lavishness wiped all the tears

Seemed I had world at my feet…I conquered all the fears

Kremlin became my second home…Generals, Politicians, Diplomats were all so dears

I was so sure that one day I would raise a toast and make God to say cheers!  

But…………….