Twas Tuesday, twas a terrible day,
Cone Man was done with wasting words.
War raged in eastern Europe that day,
Tragedy defying attempts at humourous parody.
Twelve days had the war raged,
Twelve days Cone Man avoided the subject.
Young Russians died, Ukrainian civilians outraged,
Cone Man knew he must object.
Who would listen to him?
Would verse afford the defenseless a defense?
Why should others listen to him?
Who would take mortal offense?
Blood flowed freely, so try he must,
Could verse help others to find their sense.
Speaking his mind, in God he would trust,
Let others mock his efforts as pointless pretense.
Where to begin, how could a path be found,
Out of this mounting tragedy?
Knowing not the answer, unsure of his ground,
He decided to begin with analysis by allegory.
All hopes were but a prayer.
Victory? Ruthless commanders and dark allies.
Peace? Conferences, concessions, and myriad lies.
Surrender? Slavery and servitude to a foreign man.
Flight? Save yourself by becoming a ‘foreign’ man.
Each Ukrainian made his or her choice,
Each choice accompanied by inevitable pain.
Groaned Cone Man’s inner voice:
“God help Ukraine!”
© Craig Turney
May God help Russia as well. People on both sides are dying in a war ordered by an increasingly-isolated loony-tunes dictator - a war that nobody on either side wants or needs. No matter what the question, you are right about war not being the answer.
ReplyDeleteWell said. Both countries are suffering horribly. The question is which country can keep up the test of national will till the other decides it it not worth it. Time will tell when that point is to be reached.
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