“Let him reign in Ukraine.”
Orange praise for pal Vlad’s brain.
Rise, autocrats of the world.
Now your flag has been unfurled.
Democracy is on the slide.
Four more years it would have died.
Putin’s troops now pointed east,
lumbering, here comes the beast.
Spectre of an old world order,
troops amassed on Russia’s border,
harkens back to sixty-two,
back to Cuban missile stew.
Biden is no J.F.K.
This is real war, not cosplay.
Ukraine’s president, a comic,
stands upon a stage atomic.
NATO, Plato, all involved,
question how this can be solved.
Meanwhile, tanks and guns move in.
Wait for carnage to begin.
