War
January began with a bloody tide,
We lost so many young lives.
Two elders dream of a throne to rise,
But freedom, that’s our people’s prize.
For centuries, we’ve longed to be free,
Tired of promises and false decree.
Though many fell before they could ignite,
Countless fates, hopes lost to the night.
The throne may shake, but it stands so firm,
They strive to hold it, and we’re waiting for our turn.
Don’t defend the one who gives the command,
Don’t praise him, understand!
In our land, it’s just more pain and strife,
Yet the day of the throne’s fall is rife.
Out of the blue, the war’s fire ignites,
In February’s cold, dark nights.
No snow falls, in bitter winter’s embrace,
While the world sleeps, lost in a daze.
Ukraine wakes suddenly, fear in the air,
As cannons roar, a grim affair!
Bringing death to neighbors, such a cowardly act,
A month before, we felt the same impact.
Putin, the fool with no wise mind,
In our lands, traitors you’ll find.
Don’t defend the one who gives the command,
Don’t praise him, understand!
Copyright © Aibek Kalmaganbetov | Year Posted 2025
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