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Hope Circles the Drain
Realism Poetry from Ukraine War
The war goes on…and on
Hope circles the drain
Will anybody have won?
Soldiers blood runs in the rain
Oh Lord, what have we done?
We bring only suffering, pain
Death, destruction under the sun
Is it done for whose gain?
Questions answered with lies
Truths run through hypocrisy
What pittance a ruble now buys
War Pigs laugh at democracy
Who mourns the man who dies?
While the West comes theocracy
A widow, her orphans cries
Evil looks on with jocularity.
Bill for Budapest Memorandum is due
Nobody wants to pick up the full check
They bob and weave, point at you
While Muscovites your country wreck
Promising they’ll rebuild it all new
Acting like they’re playing, a full deck
You and I, we know what’s true
We bandage wounded soldier’s neck.
