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It’s Spring…beautiful Spring…Magnolias… Azaleas .
Blue bells…the early Kiss of Sunshine … over here…
And Rockets, Shells and Bullets, Tanks and Bombs,
For breakfast over there.
Beyond our yellow daffodils…we see a Sovereign Land,
Where unnerved people leave in endless lines
So petrified in miles of weary miles.
Behind them.. bodies lie.. strewn here and there…
And bloodied broken bones fly screaming in the air…
An old man with his little bag is lying dead.
Beside a broken sobbing child ...despair…
An unarmed woman with her child
Her white flag waving in the wind… is felled.
OH ! What a manly acts ! Oh what clever chaps.
How despicable is that !
And now my little kettle boils…time for coffee here.
…Dogs bark..they’re starving over there.
And how I loathe that lily livered narcissistic Pulse…
With numb cruel dumb etched in that podgy face…
And his heinous band of Mandy Blokes…
Wrapped in their medieval cloaks.
I drink my coffee here….I sip…
The spirit of Ukraine is swimming in my cup.
Kristine Byrne..Written just now…8pm…
Going on the Alan Ginsberg principle of…1st thought ..best thought
(hope it works!)
Digitalised illustration.