The Underdog

The Underdog The underdog wasn’t expected to last this long The status quo, the elite were sharing, Didn’t return as expected World order in the balance, at tipping point All those who were fed, are now struggling to eat The world banked on democracies defeat. Ukraine is still standing Punch drunk but aware The aggressor and expected victor being Mutilated on the field and still the disbelievers Spout venom in his defence, hoping he’ll Recover and order will return. But that’s long gone. The plan was three days Until the end. They waited until conspicuous And then had to act. Delayed delivery while words dripped blood down the wall. Fortunately, principled countries are literate. When it’s over; the delaying guilty Will pretend, it’s the right result. Of which it is for the underdog. Behind the scenes, in the corridors of Power, they’ll rue their mistakes and Costs will be counted. Forever gone the good times; never be the same. But when victory comes even the doubters and Losers will shout, Slava Ukraine! David Cox 05/08/22