So, I ask you

Is this it?

The moment

We have quietly

Dreaded

 

Are we to die

At the hands

Of a Russian

Sociopath?

 

For the first time

In my life

The unbelievable

Has become believable

 

His cold eyes

Glaring out

On the TV screen

Send shivers

Down my spine

 

The BBC

Assures me

It’s a bluff

Trust us

All will be fine

 

But I wonder

How it came to this

Has the greed

Of a few

Brought us

To the edge

Of the abyss?

 

Political gaming

Has left us helpless

As we watch on

And witness

Death and maiming

Of the innocent

Now fighting for

Country and life

 

But it’s more than that

This is a new world order

We are forced to question

Everything

About the reality

That we have created

For ourselves

 

Like puppets

We go along

Sleep walking

To our deaths

 

In these darkest hours

I offer flowers

To you all

 

 

C.K 22