The sirens are ringing out
Did I wake up to 1939?
Bits of paper waved in the air
As a bomb rips through a house
“we’ll hit them in their bank accounts”
But no statement can save a child’s life
The sirens ringing out
Wailing across a Kyiv square
A mother in Donetsk a sister in Odesa
A cold chill running down her spine
“It’s hopeless”
It’s happening again
The sirens are ringing
And it’s not 1939, it’s here and now
And from the west
A thick cloud of hot air, saving nobody.
Thank You Greg and fully agree wıth what you say and fear
This poem is worth far more than all the hot air, of which you rightly say there is too much, David.
Fine poem, David. Did you hear Putin's pre-recorded statement today? I heard it to say he was threatening the west with nuclear war, if we physically resisted what is happening. Imagine what Hitler would have done with the nuclear bomb. We are now facing another fascist madman.
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David R Mellor
Sun 27th Feb 2022 15:28
Thanks Steph for lovely comment