EVIL

 The mystery of evil

The mystery of evil

Stalks the cold streets of Kyiv 

Hiding in shadows

Til killing in daylight.  

The mystery of evil

Streaks the skies of Ukraine

Putin’s pilots without mercy

Bomb from on high. 

Closer to Heaven and further from God

The pilots drop death from above

Unable to see the eyes they are closing 

Unwilling to listen to voices below. 

Hardened by war, impervious to pity

Monsters in planes, midgets on landing

Putin’s disciples, unable, unwilling

To discover their conscience, recover their soul. 

Europe is watching the horrors unfolding

On family TVs while eating each evening

The world has woken at last from its slumber

And Putin has turned everything round. 

Putin has shown our lazy consensus 

Is a thing of the past, we have to wake up

And smell some good coffee

Give what we can to the Irish Red Cross.  

Hardly a week and our world is shattered

Splintered by bombs and bullets in Europe

There can be no return to innocence 

We are all now committed for good or ill.