The Winter War was brutal
and with carnage cold, pervasive
hardened further these
of Nordic blood and steely grit

Not pushed easily these Finns
no matter how coercive
seemed the Soviet machine
positioned to absorb this vast extent

With death and dying everywhere
of peevish neighbors now invasive
no time here for sadness as the
sense of urgency could not relent

These homicidal fields were littered
time and again so undeserved
the tens of thousands perished
cruel usurper, evil spirit

Alas, a bitter quid pro quo
its freedom proved persuasive
thus the isthmus lies; is
lost to further argument