They’re performing a foxtrot in Davos,

The great and the good are crossing the floor;

While deep in Ukraine, with little to gain,

The dance is wilder than ever before.

 

The movers and shakers are out in force,

They move their careers and their buyback bids;

While near to Kyiv, with little to give,

Old jackets are shaken to feed the kids.

 

Designer shoppers and vegans frolic,

They travel by limo or private jets;

While on the border, processed to order,

Refugees, desperate, clutch on to pets.

 

However they spin, the setting is smug,

Although the intentions may be sincere.

To those at the front, it seems an odd stunt,

Which brings precious little comfort and cheer.