Ukraine and the Wolf

I grieve for those in Ukraine Who woke up one day to find The wolf at the door. They do not fold, They fight with everything in their arsenal. Molotov cocktails, grandmothers with weapons, Those brave enough to stand in front of tanks All are images that will stay with me. Their leader fights among them, Proud Ukrainian man with a family of his own His rallying cry is heard round the world; he fights for his country. Hunt the wolf; end his reign of terror. Catch the wolf in a trap, and let him wither and die.