Dear Ukraine, I am sorry to have to inform you
that you must keep fighting and dying.
Dear Russia, your options are to die or kill.
We have arranged to end this unfortunate conflict
in 5 years’ time on May the 8th.
If there are any folks left by then
may they at least know
that the American war machine
and its military industrial complex
have added much wealth to their coffers,
and have made great technical strides
in the deadly arts of selective destruction.
Yes, it's quite true that most Americans
could not find Kiev or Moscow on a map,
but the general public are most ‘gong ho’
about all this madness,
indeed, most seem sublimely unfussed
about the very real possibility
of a looming nuclear holocausts –
now that’s what we call patriotic!
Please be assured that our politicians and pundits
also seem ever willing for you combatants
to sacrifice your sons, mothers, wives, and daughters
until democracy, freedom, and the American way
are restored somewhere.
Categories:
unfussed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
You imbibe the diatribe,
quaffing the jibe for a bribe
to remain silent and acquiescing.
Struck mute to suit
your unfussed cowardice
in failing to speak up,
when you know the throng is wrong like you
to remain silent,
a seething flock in shock.
Inertia, inherent,
in the same inane inaction.
Categories:
unfussed, courage,
Form: Alliteration