Verse 3.
In Xanadu, heavenly paradise, the sun always shining,
there I love to be,
And the people live in happiness, without restraint,
tis the land of the free.
No taxing thought, minds set to wander, free from
constraint, left to play,
No pressure, or stress, with plenty of time, to take
peaceful naps midday.
Where dreams dwell, within the sweet scents, that
weave magic spells,
The taste of flowers and fruit divine, or succor sweet
honey from its cells.
The people living in unity and accord, with peace and
harmony in sync,
With positive vibes, and serenity, both in accord,
like two skaters in a rink.
Gracefully floating, like a pair of swans, as they
seamlessly drift and sway,
Two young lovers, lost together, within their fantasy
dream, to forever stay.
The heaven-sent pleasure, caught in endless content,
living on cloud nine,
As days and weeks merge, together in sweet harmony, no
matter the time.
Utopia set in a parallel world, with kindly people
there, doing as they please,
Celestial blue skies, with white fluffy clouds,
gracefully floating on the breeze.
The abundant ambience, the wonderland, a salmagundi of
heaven-sent signs,
Where people give thanks, as they really appreciate,
and cherish the times.
At days end, after another spectacular display, the
soft pastel colors of light,
Welcoming another peaceful evening of sleep, a full
moon sailing into sight.
Verse 4.
Over there woken, from their dreams, cast back into in
deaths dreadful misery,
As bad fights good, where freedom will eventually win,
it is a fait accompli.
In terrible battles to survive, the genocide, and
overcome the evil on its way,
Ukraine, hopefully waiting, believing that the West
will unite, to save the day.
Returning the land, and rescuing the innocent people,
from their living hell,
To defeat the grotesque regime, and the one who weaves
his wicked spells.
While the nasty orcs who took toilet bowls, fridges,
and even kitchen sinks,
Stole tiny children, from their distraught parents,
creating many broken links.
Then raping and torturing, and performing appalling
acts, upon their prey,
Breaking all the rules of war, laying waste, to
anything standing Puzin’s way.
Creating a wicked nightmare inverted, in the light of
day, the awful crimes,
Boobytrapping playgrounds and buildings, covering the
countryside in mines.
As hysterical mothers begged, for their kidnapped
children, on bended knees,
The mindless extermination, and devastation spread,
like a terrible disease,
With the bones of dead zombies left lying where, they
committed the crimes
And mass graves that were dug, hidden in the forests,
of spruce and pines.
As the land of Mordor struggled to grow, its people
suffering from the blight,
With each battle lost, more madness created,
languishing in malignant spite.
Verse 5.
In broken thought, and restless slumber kept, each
night I tossed and turned,
While seventeen thousand kilometers away, Ukraine’s
towns and cities burned.
My dreams of Xanadu, my flight of imagination passed,
my fantasy went astray,
Now consumed with fearsome thoughts, for the poor
little children, so far away.
I saw the awful images televised around the world, I
felt the grief, I felt the pain,
The utter horror, on people’s faces, I felt the
terror, and distress, over and again.
Thousands of empty eyes, their vacant stares, at train
stations full of evacuees,
The bombed-out homes and hospitals, long borderlines
of desperate refugees.
Apartment blocks with gaping holes, and rubble piles,
large craters in the streets,
Dead bodies littering the roads, human remains lying
under black plastic sheets.
Frightened infants taking refuge, in underground
bunkers, and subway stations,
Hordes of rockets and missiles raining down, shaking
the concrete foundations.
Air raid sirens screaming, petrified people running,
desperately seeking refuge,
Fire crews and aid workers, rescuing trapped and
injured people, in the deluge.
The shocking sights found in makeshift torture cells,
the morbid scenes televised,
Battle tanks rolling down city streets, wrecked cars
blown to bits and pulverized.
Fleeing cars sprayed in machine gun fire, the poor
people did not stand a chance,
As the Ukrainian army, desperately fought the
invaders, to stem their advance.
Verse 6.
Gone the urge for peaceful dreams, to summon the
return, to my Xanadu lost,
With Russia’s war raging on, Ukraine writhing in
death, suffering a holocaust.
Living under the constant threat, of bombs and
missiles, wherein they dwell!
And the evil despot, who turned their lives upside
down, and into living hell.
The peril of the innocent people, wrenched from the
peaceful lives they lead,
Into the maelstrom of heartbreak, and catastrophe, as
they mourn their dead.
In the mindless repetition, of a war, that should be
fought, on battle grounds,
Instead, the evil battles, have been waged, on
civilians, in their peaceful towns.
In misery and pain, the turmoil and tragedy, by theses
wicked tyrants wrought,
The throng of iniquitous Orcs, the heartless beasts,
their senseless evil brought.
Their mindless savage acts, mechanically repeated,
over, and again, on Ukraine,
Upon the land, committing heinous crimes, while they
leave their bloody stains.
Consumed with empathy, for the innocent people,
compassion turned to hate,
To destroy the Orcs, and all who followed, in their
sinful cults, wicked mandate.
The ones who gave the nasty orders, to bomb cities,
where innocent people live,
The ones who sold their souls to Satan, the ones that
God will never forgive.
My heart has turned towards the meek, for they shall
inherit the awful pain,
Glory to the unsung heroes, brave little buds, the
innocent kids who remain.
As we take a knee, in unity we salute! Slava Ukraini!
Yunykh Heroyiv Ukrayiny The children of Ukraine!
Slava Ukraini! Heroyam Slava!
Written By: Alan Clark@WW1POET (July
2023)
