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A poem about current events in the Ukraine, to anyone affected, my deepest sympathies. |
жовтий синій The thunder warns of trouble, with lightning ripping through; lying in the rubble, bleeding yellow... blue Storm clouds on the the border, preach of springtime passing by; a falling breach of order, in a darkened winter sky A summary of patterns, a sequence of events; tired worn out battons, relayed in cracked cement Betrayed by massing storm clouds, blackbirds on the frame; crass claims, played of safe shrouds, ... a liberating flame Acting out the saviour, massing on the wing; the mask of a betrayer, with lullabies, they sing Sirens of a different sort, sound out from the debris; crying out for help, support, amidst an urban sea Tarmac, concrete, shifted round, in waves, a coming storm; a front, complete, truths sifted, wound, a tempest finding form with forces frought and flagging, invaded by the swarm; 'midst sources taut and lagging, and sanctions twisted, torn Beyond the sling of arrows, with reactions fragile, prone; casually it narrows, the casting out of stones with hails in the homelands, ignored and overruled; sin resides with idle hands, objection storms march, pulled A squall, recycled, remixed blight, gods bless the souls passed through; rising like a phoenix, bright, burning yellow... blue |