Cheeky Chap
Never mind the wounded,
Never mind the dead;
Shake hands with the cheeky chap
And pat his shiny head.
Never mind the blood
That’s dripping from his hands;
Kneel right down and grovel
In front of where he stands.
The cheeky chap is on a roll;
The BRICs are dancing to his tune.
A warrant waits for his arrest,
But might as well be on the moon:
For there will be a banquet,
With merriment and song,
Where no one tells the cheeky chap
All that he has done wrong.
He’s up on his hind legs now,
Expounding his world view;
The slaughter goes on in Ukraine,
But who dares say? Not you.
Greg Freeman
Thu 24th Oct 2024 10:27
Your poem highlights the sobering fact, Steve, that Putin is not at all isolated in the modern world, and seems to have a lot of support among developing nations. The west is on the defensive, the back foot these days, it seems. Given its inability to rein in Israel, it's no wonder, perhaps.