It was five in the morning
It was five in the morning
And a painful cough awoke me
Just in time to learn of invasion
And a cruel Kiev crucifixion.
Breathlessly I followed news
Unwilling to believe that madness
Had come to visit Europe
And graves would fill again.
Tricked by a view believing that logic
Will dictate the affairs of nations
Forgetting Trump and Brexit madness
Is not confined to English speakers only.
Man’s inhumanity to man equaled only
By his insanity and chase of crazy causes
War, the first and last refuge of a scoundrel
Hoping haze will cloud his broken promises.
Unbelieving witnesses to a war
That makes no sense and does no favors
To either side whilst cleaving Slavic cousins
And like all conflicts will end in farce.
Few dictators die in bed
But on the pyre of overreach
And so this shrunken man
Will disappear as the world applauds.
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