Take Aim at the Kindergarten

Take Aim at the Kindergarten

Just another group of children in a school

That is the aim of the terrorist without a rule

No military targets are in the area nearby

The drone was sent to ensure that children die

Just another episode of calculated genocide

Along with sustained attempts at senicide

Civilians are the targets that are identified

Ignored by a nation that abhors feticide

Small children are trapped in a burning shell

Rescuers must brave the terrorist-created hell

Carrying youngsters clear of debris and dust

Watch for falling beams to avoid being crushed

Just another episode in Putin’s illegal war

How much longer can the rest of the world ignore

How warped is the mind targetting the child

Why do we watch as humanity is defiled

Children cough and choke in the confusion

Whilst some claim there must be no retribution

Instead they now only talk about surrender

Adding insult by rewarding the offender

How do we now value the life of a child

We are standing by as humanity is defiled

Shame on us all if we choose to ignore

The evil spreading from this cancerous sore

Copyright: David Hopcroft November 2025

The Art of the Deal

The Art of the Deal

We’re almost there the king exclaimed

Talking to his leader who might be shamed

We are proud to have a deal with democracy

As the vulture and the bear smiled in glee

Laughing at the phrases of mediocrity

There are untold benefits for either side

The king boasted as he unveiled the bear’s plan

The precise details of which we’d rather hide

Of course the nightingale didn’t sing

Even though they had given her nest away

Yes we know there were accounts of rape

Pillaging and killing of innocents

The offenders will be pardoned by the state

Let that be an end to that debate

Fake news by piggy reporters at any rate

Of course women were shot in the street

But to sign the deal we must be discrete

We’ve turned a blind eye to make the deal complete

The evil bear did not have to beat a retreat

For the lion, bull, and cockerel were asleep

With the deal the eagle and bear can thrive

Their friendship is there to keep peace alive

I know the nightingale was not consulted

That is why the bear is not insulted

There are times you have to look the other way

Especially if the deal is to be signed today

Don’t mention ethnic cleansing in the deal

We must not hurt the way bears feel

Or mention any agreement we conceal

That any guarantee cannot be real

We shall not be mocked or misunderstood

Because we believe this is for the greater good

The nightingale looks on in surprise

For the king and bear only have dollar eyes

They strut around with great pretence

The nightingale sees through the disguise

Nobody is better than me at making a deal

Cried out the king demanding appeal

The nightingale sang something rude

To the effect that she’d been screwed

Copyright: David Hopcroft November 2025

Mummy why do I have to die?

Mummy, when are they coming to help?

Life became a routine of terror and fear

Each time the terrorist devil’s planes drew near

The sirens would sound and the heart beat in fear

Time to flee underground

From the missile sound

Survive the night

With no light

The child with fear she can’t disguise

Looks into her mother’s eyes

And cries

‘Mummy when are they coming to help?’

Above the bombs are raining down

There are no military installations in this town

On the street lies the torn coloured clown

A child’s toy ripped to shreds

Nearby the burning hospital beds

Next door a bombed nursery

A shell destroyed the local pharmacy

A hell of hatred and misery

A future of nightmares not dreams

Bombs rain down the child screams

‘Mummy are they ever coming to help?’

Outside the bodies lie on the road for all to see

How does the mother tell her of the tragedy

Her siblings among the dead and children maimed in infancy

The blood stained blouse she wears

Torn apart and she wonders ‘Who cares?’

What does she tell the child?

Love by the enemy is reviled

The child watches a man walk in without an arm

Unable to understand the evil and the harm

The child sobs

‘Mummy is it true they are not coming to help?’

Can you really stand by and watch as children die

Can you not hear the strength of the child’s cry

Can you just sit and watch television and deny

Are we prepared to let them shed their blood

Fathers’ corpses lying in the mud

How does the mother try to hide

That they are the targets of genocide

How many people have to die

Before we really wonder why

Can you remain deaf to that child’s cry

‘Mummy can you tell me why I have to die?’

David Hopcroft March 2022