Everything’s fine
Everything’s fine, til it’s not
Said the heart patient to the nurse
The night before he died
And left a widow pick up the pieces.
Kyiv seemed normal on the twenty third
My wife’s birthday passed quietly
We went to bed innocently
We slept the sleep of the unworried.
Thursday broke to invasion
From the East and South and North
The odds seemed impossible
And the trauma too terrible.
A man known for assessing risk
Had lost all reason and humanity
Taking Napoleon’s curséd route
Backwards and in reverse.
Should we hope he wins or loses?
If he loses does he push the button?
Be careful what we wish for…
The normal may not last much longer.
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