The train station at Lviv, Ukraine yesterday
The Book of War
The book of war is busy scribbling
another chapter of itself
hardly a syllable of which is true
you are in it
given your own continued existence
at this point in the story
though being microscopic
you’re not exactly named
everyone has an opinion
each chicken its own cluck
one vows to abstain from Shostakovich
another refuses from now on to teach Dostoevsky
not to be outdone, a third clucks
that this morning it tried to send
a parcel of AK47s by registered post
others want to shoot down planes
because that’s how peace is made
and the pilots, we’re reassured,
are only vermin
though obviously the clever sort
if they can fly planes
the Fédération Internationale Féline
has banned Russian cats
from its competitions,
though it’s unclear if any
cats took part in the invasion,
because this is how peace is made
Radio Four’s Women’s Hour is instructing its listeners
in how to make Molotov cocktails
of which everyone is suddenly in favour.
Pic: NPR
Trouble with a capital Z
Meanwhile in the parallel universes of Russian broadcasting the special peacekeeping operation to liberate the hapless good people of Ukraine from their Nazi drug baron overlords continues
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It is punchy sarcasm against some silly boycott ideas coming from the top of some people’s heads. I am not sure it is verse.
If no one marched off to war then there would be no war
To be honest I would not fight any man’s war but you attack my family and god help you
Thousands of mercenaries are headed to this blood bath and for what?
For What
For money
Who is paying them – well they are one side of war lords in this thing
This is not about Sovereignty or Nationalism
This is about Money and Controlling it
Kevin, you are great. I love your poetry and common sense.