The world's most slippery power grab of the century
led to Russia's worst democracy
The masses went along with it
as who would choose to be the one
opposing active progress
The truth was filtered out,
The lies were used as a stronghold
for Putin to live in his cloud
Insecurities, malevolence and jealousy
something so synonymous with poison
it should be labelled appropriately
It seems they leaked out of the bottles
and alienated two countries
No one better than the other
except for one simple fact
except for who started the first attack
Ambitions riding high
crumpling the ants that come in their way
crumpling every object that comes in between
that doesn't obey
That is how a war starts
with carelessly large ambitions
and the first attacks
The soldiers march in unison
Helicopters, planes, every type of gun
Every type of aggression
all pointed at Ukraine
Each country is like a glass jar
no one knows which hit
would be the last
It could shatter at any moment
barely held together by outside defence
But once it shatters each impact spreads
all over the world
no one was left unaffected
with treaties tested and allies gathered
the pieces of the glass jar go all over the place
bleeding them out slowly but surely
The oceans of blood are on high tide
As they sweep over the city
leaving no one behind
The screams echo
The footsteps echo
but all that's really heard
is the whistling
The whistling that deafens everything in its path
The whistling that crowns the silence as the next heir
The whistling that lays bodies bare
The curtains tremble with the house waving a white flag
that the whistling doesn't bother to acknowledge
No lives seem to suffice for the reaper
hungry for deaths
The soldiers march in unison
ending the places that were once held homes
held families held happiness
but no more
traffic filled the roads
everything is at a standstill
two directions opposing each other fundamentally
Fighters invading the country while
the civilians just try to flee
Tailors, writers, painters, artisans
who once held their work as a weapon
are now forced to protect their country
using a sword instead of their creativity
put in an attack stance when they know nothing about it
just to keep together the defence
Children, women, men, people and beings
So many useless countless deaths
at the hands of other people
who were once just like them
the border separating their actions and beliefs
A sword hangs over Putin
so sharp, clear and deserved
but it keeps grazing him
why?
because the manipulated people have his seat reserved
as the soldiers march in unison.
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoetryEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult
