It’s Putin’s Last
Christmas
Putin has decreed
a wee break, because it has been, an awkward year,
He wants
thirty-six hours of respite, and his kingdom cloaked in cheer.
His special operation
has gone skewwhiff, he is failing down the line,
It’s time to
change the record and add a little hope at Christmas time.
But his pretence
of goodwill, plucked out of the blue, seems quite odd,
Perhaps a chance,
for him to seek reconciliation, from his parttime God!
As history paints
the portraits, of broken heroes, who have all perished,
It’s a sombre Christmas for those, who’ve lost the
sons that they cherished.
He’s putting the
body bags on hold, they will have to wait a little longer,
He has even
commanded, that the vodka, will be served a little stronger!
There will be no
talk, of frozen orcs, that lie beneath the snowy blanket,
Cause Putin
doesn’t want a soul, to spoil, his lavish Christmas banquet!
The missiles have
been put on hold, the air raid sirens will get a rest,
He has sent out
the ceasefire messages, to the Ukrainians in the West.
This is just a
minor shift, from his miserable life, of heartless paradox,
From the
propaganda that has to be sown, that sounds so unorthodox.
A pause, from all
the oxymorons, that his supporters, have had to make,
And all the
international protocols, and rules, he has had them break.
If Ukraine dares,
to break the ceasefire, and spoil his fantasies again,
Then he will
seize the opportunity to demonize the people of Ukraine!
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET
(Jan2023)
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