Old Joe and NATO
Mar 30, 2022
A poem in frustration
Old Joe and NATO sitting on a fence
Talking how strong they are, no defense
While children just keep on dying
Mothers on their knees, keep crying
Blood of innocents on the streets flowing
Old chickens sitting there and knowing
Death flies over, keeps falling from above
What do they do? Nothing, there is no love
Just more devastating destruction in a free land
Give nothing worthy to Ukraine’s outstretched hand
One asks the question and wonders is this what they want?
Seems all their tough talking bluster is just a false front
