Zelenskyy stands,
as a fixed point for good,
representing ‘human decency’,
and ‘Ukrainian brotherhood’.
The weight of all our hopes
we see squarely on his brow,
with resistance to the tyrant
his daily waking vow.
Zelenskyy’s choice is to remain,
to stand, and not to flee.
To face Putin’s deadly challenge,
in the name of Democracy.
Meanwhile in the west,
our leaders cower in fear.
“Please don’t hurt us,” they cry,
as the Russian bear draws near.
And across the steppes
the monsters eyes,
look ever to the west.
Up next Moldova? Slovakia?
Perhaps even Bucharest?
At what point
do we Resist?
When do was say “Enough!”
When will our steel legions
challenge this powder puff?
Putin is KGB not Spetsnaz.
He’s Lloyd Fredendall,
not Iskandar.
We must stand in courage
side by side,
with Crimea’s brave Tartars.
It is not jingoism,
to say “we must stand”.
It is a practical matter of survival,
and the question is nigh at hand.
Do we go into the night,
mewling like enfeebled dogs?
Or do we resist the Tyrant
and all his Demagogues?
And if this indeed be our end,
let them at least say we fought,
against the shadow of Vladimir Putin,
and his devilish cohorts.
Hearken now my brothers,
the sands of time ran out.
The devil is at our door,
And Democracy’s lights
he will put out.
Putin calls for a ‘Purification’.
And an end to all free speech.
He murders opposition, Journalists,
and babies in their sleep.
His darkness spreads ever west,
and as our leaders sit and dither,
Ukraine heroes stand and fight;
a people he cannot wither.
So like Zelenskyy let us stand,
and resist this dark mirror from the past,
Putin’s ‘Empire of Evil’
until our moments be our last.
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