Oh Moskal comrades, how much I wish You could get out of the darkness you’re in Trapped in one man’s tunnel vision A daily portion
Category: E Pluribus Unum
I Stand
I stand Protect you from the shelling Shot in the back made me numb I stand Bam, bam bullets propelling Look what the world has
Putler Kaput
A shortsighted bastard possessed by egoControlled by fury and hate‘War makes right’ is the tyrant’s credoPutler- will be engraved on your slate.Your life is dark
Light Comes After Dark
Five nights of terror Rockets and bombs Five nights in a bunker Stillness and calm. A mother holds a child, hope in her eyes Hides
For the Love of His County
Cold Misty night under heavy bombardment On guard – as shells get close Feet strong on the ground, but a trembling heart Cold sweat under
To Angel of Maidan
Peaceful morning dawn shook by terror A missile from the sky brought morning rain A woman becomes a gun bearer For sovereignty and freedom to
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A Political Albatross
In full repertoire, the Russian bear Well-trained by West to swing and sway Hand on nuclear warheads Who could dare? Trapped in a bear hug,
She Stands Strong, My Dear Sunflower
Stalin’s song plays balalaika Sick obsession with communal state Cycles of oppression and lashing out A gun in a face, an invitation to fate. The
In the end, we all become a story
To you, who aided the demise of my life Fragmented and depressed my existence You caused calamity and strife Bestirred a beast in me with
Rehearsal
A permission slip to shoot. To kill. No punishment, just after school detention An automatic weapon gives a thrill Awakes the spirit of contention. Oh,
Dear Facebook Friend
Dear Facebook friend, You tell me you know me, That somewhere, somehow our lives crossed. It saddens me to tell you – but I don’t
I AM NOT INNOCENT
I’m not innocent; I have been broken. Tears, what washed my emptiness away So long as my story remains unspoken, There is a chance for
There is no future you can build on someone’s tears
There is no future you can build On someone’s tears There is no happiness you’ll find When you stub others from behind. The pain induced
Grounds For Hope 