The anxious breathing every day.
The horrid nightmares every night.
Hundreds of dead in every report.
Thousands of appeals all the time.
Now is the 53rd day of the war.
Hours turned to days turned to weeks turned to months.
Freedom against the tyranny.
The good against the evil.
Welcome to the 21st century.
The people stand untied. It’s in our nature.
For all we have ever wanted was peace and quiet.
Yet even with such a heartwarming support.
Certain politicians stay silent.
Each time I feel I hear their voices,
Filled with endless mumbles of pretexts.
Some vary in structure; some – in a common sense.
Yet it all comes down to money.
"Why should we pay more to have less of our pleasures?"
"How come two of the “brotherly” nations be fighting?"
"No, that’s not genocide, there’s no evidence laying."
"Perhaps we should try and use both of them, while..."
People are dying and killed in the streets,
And tortured and raped by the inhuman bastardZ,
Bombing and shooting - erasing our cities
That once were so green and so sunny in summer.
Where is the rhyming?
No matter, it’s gone.
Yet the question remains:
How come none of them stay with humanity?
The humanity is dead within the politics.
It always was, you poor and naïve fool.
We have blinded ourselves with the worldly illusion
That of justice, morality, truth.
Such are the costs of a lengthy addiction,
Derived from the fear, and oppression, and pain,
Weakening them to stay still and repeat
The same phrases all over again.
No, we are no “brotherly nations”, Marcon.
And our lives are worth more that the gas, dear Scholz.
Yes, it’s the genocide, Obran, come see.
Stop being so spineless.
Or go straight after warship.
Yet not only them know how to truly stay quiet,
As the time goes on, the “worldwide hype” starts “expiring”,
The only people still posting about horrors of war
are those, who are directly dying.
Pathetic how “progressive” became selective.
Yet it always was, there are lots of examples.
But to those, always fighting for the truth,
The world is incredibly grateful.
As the next day arrives, and the war still continues,
I want to appeal to you all with such lyrics:
Embargo. Exclusion. Damnation and Shame.
These are the four main things that ruzzia must face.
For only by still being human enough,
And doing your best to provide all your aid,
Will the much-needed freedom and peace be attained.
With the light overcoming the darkness.