Far Away
There was a place far away,
out of sight and out of mind.
Where crops grew, cattle grazed.
People were hard-working and kind.
A place to be ignored, even bored,
when pounced upon by the unkind.
A tyrant so brash and blind, he,
expected the world not to mind.
Expected this place of tranquility,
to be an easy target of his might.
Enhancing his sociopathic ability,
expecting other countries not to fight.
But the global village was awakened,
to the horror of an insane bully acting up.
Still action against him must take caution,
before we all drink from the nuclear cup.
But a sleeping country has come alive,
the world knows of its plight to survive.
The tyrant has nailed his coffin shut,
as long as world resistance thrives.
Long before he sees his own demise,
narcissistic bully will feel increasing pain.
Forcing him to leave his grand mission,
with nothing but loss and no gain.
A volunteer of the Ukrainian Territorial Defense
Forces assists a woman to cross the street in Kharkiv,
Ukraine, Wednesday, March 16, 2022. (AP Photo/Andrew Marienko)
The United States offered assistance, belatedly,
yesterday. Other countries will follow. Some
nearby countries have been there for refugees
since the beginning.
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