the soldiers march in unison

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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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⏰ Last updated: Jan 21, 2024 ⏰

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