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Latest revision as of 12:29, 29 December 2022
Cacophony of fallacies
As I hemorrhage, into Ukrainian snow
this I wonder, maybe, I know
who benefits from gurgling death
my last, agonizing, farewell breath?
Who mourns the passing of casual fodder
every day, it seems even odder
that anybody spares a ton of thought
for another fool, who just got caught?
Those who happily call the shots
rocket hail, in salvos, lots
in Wall Street, Paris, and many haunts
won't interrupt, their pleasant jaunts.
Zelensky got such wild applause
for his sacred, 'Patriot cause'
who, I ask, will clap and cheer
for the poor bastard, bleeding here?
Around me, sounds of battle still
a bizarre, amusing, overkill
my guts are spread across my knees
the snow stained red, burst arteries.
I wait to see Death Angel's face
take me, to another place
take me to, where Wisdom sees
this cacophony of fallacies.
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