Cast your mind back to the first day that Russia invaded Ukraine, the 22nd of February 2022, the beginning of this madness. As we listened to the news broadcast all around the world, New Zealand was just waking to what had happened.
A Legacy Blindly Bought
Lo,
this creature, that would, with heartless threats, of war, resound,
As
his army, invades, his neighbour, where senseless strikes, abound.
Acts
of condemnation, brought, by a world, that keenly watches by,
As
his missiles, rockets, drones, fighters, and bombers, rule the sky.
Laying
to waste, innocent victims, that have no call, for wretched war,
Defenceless
women, and children, at his mercy, as he calls for more.
Deaf,
to their dying cries, as his army presses on, with relentless resolve,
Taking
back, by force, as he stakes claim, to ancient boundaries, of old.
Infant
lives lost, in the rubble, mindless acts, by which, we cannot abide,
Their blood is on his hands, the stain, he cannot wash away, nor hide.
Is
this his final legacy, with overwhelming evidence, he cannot dispute,
His
darkest hour, born, of an ill-conceived dream, and mindless pursuit.
As
reports, of his crimes, flood around the world, his name now cursed,
As
the abhorrent news, of his deeds, are sourly spoken with lips pursed.
We
wonder why, he has sent the sons of Russia, away to die, so young,
As
he ignores, the heart n soul, of mother’s grief, in sorrow sadly wrung.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2022)
No comments:
Post a Comment