The End of the Beginning

The End of The Beginning

They came in the sky at night with their bombs

I saw my school razed to the ground

Then in tanks to roam the streets

Looking like wolves hunting down a prey

Destroyed our homes and told us to flee

Gathering the few things we could we fled

To the area they had reserved

This was the ghetto they had created

Then came the blockades

Denying us medicines and then food

We watched the sick wither away

Old ones starved to protect the young

They try and force us from our home

They want us to leave the land of our birth

To be dumped upon some foreign soil

An uncertain future filled with suspicion

They said we were only animals

Our lives had no value to them

But they wanted the coast for a resort

So we had to be removed for the rich

Our land just a piece of real estate

To be traded in a world thriving on hate

Whilst nations looked on standing idly by

With no real interest whether we live or die

Copyright: David Hopcroft April 2025

The Voices Are Getting Softer

The Voices Are Getting Softer

I suppose we’d really like to help Ukraine

To try and put an end to Russian Rain

Though I feel our efforts might be in vain

As the stars and stripes are lowered in shame

But I wonder if we all should bear some blame

Using refined Russian oil to fuel our planes

We guard those Russian assets as best we can

I’m not entirely sure whether this was the plan

Now the eagle and bear are slaughtering the lamb

The eagle wants to take the leg and shoulder

Leaving the bear with the breast and brain

Entrails left for Western leaders to claim

Looking after vested interests an oligarchy must

Satisfy the desire for wealth as is his lust

Even if the hope for peace is turning to dust

As nations meet to discuss Ukraine’s fate

Ukrainians are firmly shut out at the gate

It’s not as if their requests were late

Simply that greed is the breeder of hate

I hear the Russian bear is growling louder

Whilst the Yankee traitor provides the powder

Liberty is toppled and drowning in the harbour

The spectre of Armageddon looming larger

As oligarchs queue to sign the devil’s charter

What of the future now for millions of refugees

When European poodles are seeking to appease

Their master in the White House from Overseas

Who is the Kremlin puppet hanging in the breeze

Whilst the bear is smirking in his lair

Western leaders Are you really aware

Western leaders We are asking Do you care

Who will speak up for Ukraine and shout out

The voices weaken I can barely hear the cry

Just a whisper of hope that I will not deny

What happened to those boasts once made

Of a glorious alliance and not being afraid

Stop murmuring Now it is time to SHOUT

Copyright: David Hopcroft February 2025