A Plea To Russia

Please take back your arms
and bring your children home
Peace is where we all belong
Let us not let tanks and warships roam

Souls should be vesseled into old age
Surrounded by family and loved ones
We don't need incoming blasts of hatred
At the devils doorstep cursed with guns

Even Jesus would lower your weapons
And interlock your hands with your Ukrainian brothers
There is no need for war
You can find a path for others

Let your maturity and wisdom rise
Go home so no more men, women and children shall die
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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March 4, 2022 at 9:38 PM
What a beautiful plea, Robert, but I'm afraid it will not touch the heart of the tyrant. His own people are pleading to stop the war, and many of them have been imprisoned for their stand.
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