War 4 Vanity Sake
Blink at your peril just incase it passes
you bye
Putin is on the war path to Ukraine
As if you miss it , it won't be back until
Haley's comet ride's our darkened night
sky again
Big Ben's Bell's hand strikes the
bewitching hour of 10 as a
Cuckoo flew traverse over the
luna full moon
Highlighting the Luftwaffe over
Yee Old London Town dropping
a blitzkrieg of bomb's from the sky
Beneath a total eclipse of the sun
so confused and utterly perplexed
It knows whether not to it should
wink , smile , cry or avert its Ray's
And worst of all contemplate whether
or not come wake of dawn should he
in fact
Come up and shine it's warmth
and light on that which is left and
doth still remain
Whence mornings mushroom smog
slowly clears and unfounded fear's
appear real
Sting forth dry burning tears from cotton
mouth's with jaw's dropped
And as no living flora is now left behind
a substitute then has to be sought
In order to whittle funeral wreath's and
so to new coronation crown's out of
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