by Rick Young | Mar 3, 2022 | Poem
When Putin’s in his combat zone,
he’ll take on the whole world alone.
It doesn’t matter what the cost.
He’ll keep on ’til the world is lost.
Ukraine has him very vexed.
Poland knows it could be next.
A million refugees have fled,
husbands left behind for dead.
They’ll give an heroic fight,
but Russia has all the might.
There are tanks in Ukraine streets.
Night time bombs provide the beats.
If we dare to interfere,
Putin’s red button is near.
Nukes he’s put on high alert
could create a world of hurt.
Maybe even world war three.
Say goodbye, humanity.
by Rick Young | Mar 1, 2022 | Poem
The state of the union is in pain,
and not just because Russia’s in Ukraine.
We still have citizens in great division,
with not much more on both sides than derision.
It seems that since the president’s election,
the right’s taken to madness and objection.
The government is locked in this stalemate,
and crossing lines untaps a spate of hate.
There’s some who still take their advice from Q,
and hate groups who’d be happy with a coup.
Just a simple infrastructure bill
triggered animus upon the hill.
And now, with Putin’s mentioning of nukes,
the patriots must rail against the kooks.
There’s even those who side with Russia still.
The right wing media’s a rumor mill.
And if the newest Justice is approved,
it means heaven and hell had to be moved.
Just saying that our union’s state is dire
steps foot into political crossfire.
The next election cycle could just tear this land apart.
The present state of union needs a definite kick start.
by Rick Young | Feb 27, 2022 | Poem
Putin started shootin’ ‘cross the border in Ukraine.
Now he’s talkin’ nukes and it’s quite clear he’s gone insane.
He went in to ‘kill nazis,’ though their leader is a jew.
The people took up arms and said, “No, this you cannot do.”
He’s strafing, bombing, tanks amok, but Ukraine won’t concede.
We’ve only sanctions on our side to pacify his greed.
An oligarch gone rogue has not been seen since Hitler’s days
(unless you count the orange demon’s presidential phase).
After four days fighting, Russia claimed Chernobyl’s site.
Only disadvantage: now their soldiers glow at night.
Signs this war is spreading, lapping into Belarus,
are stoking fears worldwide that Putin could let missiles loose.
Third World War could put a stop to our next big election.
Leaders will rise through the waste by natural selection.
President Zelensky has accorded himself well.
His people stand behind him, telling Putin, “Go to hell.”
by Rick Young | Feb 26, 2022 | Poem
Broiled friends defy description.
Nuclear cooking benefits only buzzards.
There’s a flash in the panhandle,
and Florida floats out to sea,
a theme park of ash.
Those who saw New York go
will not remember for the pain.
The west coast was all too easy
with its many faults.
Survivors flock to the midlands,
a dust-covered wastescape
where the sun is seldom seen
but the wind is constant.
Odds are the Australians
will be the last to die.
by Rick Young | Feb 25, 2022 | Poem
Always looking to the sky, you and I.
What we gonna count upon if baseball die?
Russia’s at the English Channel, by the by.
I feel like the backup catcher in the rye.
I’ve seen pop ups looked like they were vapor trails.
Homers long enough to become holy grails.
Life’s played in a super dome of atmospheric whirls.
Those long beloved base paths have surrendered all their pearls.
