In light of the recent flagrant bullying of President Zelenski in the White House and the subsequent capitulation of same… A Poem.

In halls where power’s whispers play,
Zelenski treads a fragile way.
Through storms of words and tides of doubt,
He seeks the light, to guide himout.

Yet shadows loom, with voices loud,
A forceful hand, a threat avowed.
The weight of power, a growl of disdain,
Bullies him down, ignites the strain.

A whispered plea, a lowered gaze,
The fire dims beneath the haze.
Capitulation’s bitter sting,
A fleeting peace, a hollow ring.

There’s one who’ll never keep his word,
His every utterance, quite absurd.
An expert, he claims, on everything,
Who wants his praises all to sing.

But he’s sleeping with the enemy,
His views on God, just blasphemy.
I’m sure he’ll meet a bitter end
I won’t be sad, I won’t even pretend.

Meanwhile, on the Russian side,
Another man who’s lied and lied.
But if he wins, we all will fall,
A prospect that’s more bitter than gall.

As World War Three approaches fast,
This time it will really be the last.
As warheads fall, atomic blasts,
We all know, peace never lasts.

At the end of this we’ll all be dead,
There’s nowhere to hide for those who fled.
And so the world might end that day,
All we could do was hope and pray.

But still, the world turns ever on,
And hope remains, though battles gone.
For even in the darkest night,
A spark may rise to claim the light.

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