Homework 14/3/22 We Weep.
Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2022 6:02 pm
We Weep.
© Ron Boughton. March 2022.
Bold blue on yellow, a proud nation’s sovereign flag
Lamentably now stained with patriotic blood
Of people who’ll defend to the last body bag
When suddenly thrust into modes of warring scud!
There perpetrated by a despot, of the dark ages
Where secret police ruled with persecution fist!
That could be taken straight from Hitler’s evil pages
So we weep for Ukraine in war that shouldn’t exist!
He sits at tables of a length ridiculous
A callous cold hearted killer, in void of trust
With his security always planned meticulous
In case cold steel, through his immoral heart is thrust!
For paranoia in such psyche certainly shows
When harsh intimidation is the tyrants rule,
And from all the free world the opposition grows
As we weep for Ukraine, in these doleful days cruel!
The youth of his own land, he sends to latent death,
Just proverbial numbers in his evil game,
And matters not to a child killer with poison breath
As Russian or Ukrainian will die just the same!
So many throughout Russia who want peace not war
Are silenced by arrest and propagandas scourge
So hope of his demise that, by groundswell could soar
There bringing on his exit by undaunted purge!
Though easier said than done, to share of their pain,
But our hearts are bleeding …for the blood of Ukraine!
© Ron Boughton. March 2022.
Bold blue on yellow, a proud nation’s sovereign flag
Lamentably now stained with patriotic blood
Of people who’ll defend to the last body bag
When suddenly thrust into modes of warring scud!
There perpetrated by a despot, of the dark ages
Where secret police ruled with persecution fist!
That could be taken straight from Hitler’s evil pages
So we weep for Ukraine in war that shouldn’t exist!
He sits at tables of a length ridiculous
A callous cold hearted killer, in void of trust
With his security always planned meticulous
In case cold steel, through his immoral heart is thrust!
For paranoia in such psyche certainly shows
When harsh intimidation is the tyrants rule,
And from all the free world the opposition grows
As we weep for Ukraine, in these doleful days cruel!
The youth of his own land, he sends to latent death,
Just proverbial numbers in his evil game,
And matters not to a child killer with poison breath
As Russian or Ukrainian will die just the same!
So many throughout Russia who want peace not war
Are silenced by arrest and propagandas scourge
So hope of his demise that, by groundswell could soar
There bringing on his exit by undaunted purge!
Though easier said than done, to share of their pain,
But our hearts are bleeding …for the blood of Ukraine!