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

FLASH BANG

Flash Bang

The sky had lit up on that clear Spring night

Flashes and sounds of artillery fire overhead

Starbursts at first attractive and bright

A child was fascinated her mother filled with dread

Deafened for a moment as a shell landed and burst

When she opened her eyes her mother was not there

She stared into the dust cloud fearing the worst

Dismembered bodies lay scattered in the square

In the Kremlin terrorist office lives had no meaning

Where there was no value any means could be used

They knew their objective was ethnic cleaning

A shallow thinking where human life was abused

In a split second many children became orphans

Families were lost and communities raised to the ground

The Eagle looked on seeing only a series of misfortunes

For the children new homes were sought and found

For each child any loud bang or flash was a nightmare

Horrific images were recalled from their mind

They would run to hide under a table or a chair

The terror of the moment could not be left behind

New playmates overseas at first were confused

When they gathered together for festive celebration

Invites with fireworks present were politely refused

Trauma is now embedded in a new generation

Copyright: David Hopcroft October 2025