My thoughts on the Ukraine crisis and the power one man holds over a small nation. How god awful this war is, as all wars are. And for What? Will anyone be held accountable for this tragedy? We poets shouldn't have to pen these sad thoughts. .
“Ukraine, Winter of Discontent” The many winters of our discontents Lie in trenches with the dead. Mothers in pain. Boys lost in vain. Nothing plainly gained. What empire will repent? Saving souls from Hells bloodied gate. Piled high in trenches is their fate, As priests lament their deaths A crown will not relent. What cause is there so prodigious? Slaughters all who differ? Lays waste to metropolises? Kills without remorse? From where cometh this hate? Through what gate? What kind of man Leaves babies seeking breath? Women without life? Boys piled high in trenches? Empires laid to waste, Many without faces, Many without places, All for what? Pride? Envy? Jealously? One man..... 44 million seek redemption. Let him Lie in trenches with the dead. The many winters of our discontents. 3/8/2022
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