War
Ukraine
Sun rises, seeps light slowly,
undisturbed as she lights ruined
towns and villages of Ukraine
reminding us what life is now;
fragile, dangerous; more than ever.
That one man can make life so.
That one man can cause such hurt
is preposterous beyond thought
in the 21st century.
But this war? It was planned.
The west knew it would happen
but decades of complacency
left allies with no defence.
Imagine hiding underground
for thirty days in the same clothes,
little food and sanitation.
Coming up and seeing the chaos;
bits of your house scattered
in every direction,
bodies in bomb craters in pieces,
knowing that you will never go back.
Now compare with life in England;
party-gate, porn watchers, Rwanda,
visas, farting cows, by elections
people gluing themselves to roads
company directors never richer
celeb’s celeb’ celeb’s
footballer’s wives
social media “influencers”
seventy thousand pound watches
genitalia paraded on TV.
What the hell have we become?
A sitting duck, that’s what.
We could never raise an army.
Think of Ukraine this festive time and if you pray, pray.
©Christopher
Lloyd