Against the Grain
Ships with
empty holds, silos stuffed with grain,
Millions of
famished bellies needing bread,
Loaves can divide
the living from the dead;
Simple
equation, no need to explain.
Only, no
ship may approach the Ukraine
While Russia
continues to be misled,
Reason's become a refugee that’s fled
And war
kills more than soldiers once again.
Canting
leaders of the Atlantic pact,
Striking
moral postures without a blush,
Condemn
Moscow for acting as they act
Whenever
they decide it’s time to crush
Some vassal
state deserving to be sacked.
Sovereignty’s
then silenced by deathly hush!
D. A.
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