Body Bags a Sickening Sight to See

 

Body Bags a Sickening Sight to See

While so many unsuspecting travellers, will stop, stand, and stare,

Then look away, in aversion, from this scene, too hideous to bear!

These sickly sights, will remain engraved, inside their brains forever,

As vexing visions, for their haunted minds, to weigh, and measure.

And the thick stagnant smell, that’s drifting on the prevailing wind,

The bilious reminder, that turned their nostrils, they cannot rescind.

Will be triggered, over and again, by the sickly smell, of dead things,

And sight of scavengers, carrion, and the unwelcome buzz of wings.

We question: “How long this madness?” The answer: “No knowing!”

As Putin’s odious fields, of black body bags, keep steadily growing.

All cannon fodder laid out, extending further, than the eye can see,

Like large ripples in the sand, written off, Putin’s unwanted debris.

Unfortunate casualties of his war, and he doesn’t want them back,

He won’t bring them home, as his fallen sons, there’ll be no plaque.

For now, his broken fields, full of unwanted corpses, frozen in time,

Well away, from his palace walls, where he orchestrates his crimes.

The ethnic minorities, under Putin’s thumb, who have lost their voice,

Surrendered their sons, he’s stollen their freedom, and their choice.

Now mourning the inconsolable loss, part of them, wrenched away,

Leaving them dreadfully downhearted, helpless, lost, and dismayed.

Under his terrible reign of terror, that’s unsettled the passage of time,

He continues persistently scheming, committing multiple war crimes.

Targeting vulnerable civilians with his missiles, robbing life and limb,

Taking great pleasure in his heartless deeds, while Satan waits for him.

Looking to other borders, and their mineral wealth, with great desire,

As his hard-line supporters relentlessly continue to fuel the raging fire.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Nov 2022)