100 days of fierce fighting For sovereignty For freedom For peace 100 days in incessant fear Nightly prayers that bloodshed would cease. 100 days- she

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
100 days of fierce fighting For sovereignty For freedom For peace 100 days in incessant fear Nightly prayers that bloodshed would cease. 100 days- she
Fresh snow on roads – On frozen puddles of yesterday’s rain. Past, present, and future packed in one suitcase Can this be real? Did the
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
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
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
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