Perched on the Precipice of Time
(This poem is dedicated to all those suffering due to the Ukraine invasion)
Perched on the precipice of time,
The world waits in anticipation.
Eyes fixated on one nation,
Ukraine;
Victim to Russia’s sinister campaign.
A converted warehouse
Glows warmly across the hostile Isis –
Waiting to welcome those in crisis.
Destitute of city dwellers craving a chilled drink,
Her wooden shell shakes as though on the brink
Of World War Three.
RMT derailed Tuesday’s boozers,
Whom today point to Convention[1] abusers.
Tables align Sedona squared souls;
A gateway into drunken dreams of dissolution.
August 24th, 1991.
Three lone men sit sombrely under
Exposed halogen bulbs,
Sipping on Guinness respectively –
Condemning Russia collectively,
And the UK government’s solidarity display subjectively.
Yale blue and amber illuminate
Number 10 Downing Street.
No sign of Russian retreat.
London alight in unity;
The adornment of impunity.
Visa restrictions and famished traffickers,
Promise magnificent massacres.
24th February 2022,
A decrepit milieu.
Three more explosions across Kyiv
At dawn.
Fragmented families, forlorn.
A day delayed and -
Zelenskyy condemns
Men
To military service.
Boys balance on the nervous
Crag of catastrophe.
Lonely brothers,
Displaced mothers,
Listen to the cries of others.
Russia's nuclear deterrent force is put
On alert.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki scream as scorched shadows,
From a gallery of paintings
Depicting civilian ashes.
The innocent caught up in instant flashes
Of absolute horror –
Now etched into stone,
But with no bone
Remaining.
Embers of the peace flame flicker
In fluent fear.
A toddler in Ukraine sheds a tear.
Downing Street drowns in impassive beer.
We are perched on the precipice of time –
Witnessing organised, international crime.
1st April 2014,
With the annexation of Crimea,
NATO installed fear
Into reproachful Russia.
Now,
With the prospect of America at her border,
She has sought military disorder.
Soldiers sent as though "cannon meat"[2] –
By-products of Homeland deceit.
Factory farmed into
Tetrominoes,
They fall down into the playing field –
Creating a protective shield.
By filling gapless lines,
They obliterate impending intrusion,
Igniting nuclear fusion -
The associate of fission;
Fat Man and Little Boy.
Aimed to destroy
Ukraine;
The Helen of Troy –
Abducted by the East,
An anti-democratic beast,
Intent on a bloody feast.
We wait,
Whilst politician’s debate.
Checkmate.
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