There can be no war, 
If there is no end.
So come and enjoy
a grave with me,
My enemy my friend.
A. J. Ripley 16 /03/2022



WORLD WAR THREE?

Sometimes I wonder,
Am I asleep or awake.
The horrors of this world,
Is more than I can take.

Don't consider myself, 
Intelligent or a sage.
When all horrors we see,
Seem to be man-made.

All men have the perchance,
For violence or good.
Russia started this war,
Because they could.

We're all invited to the dance,
Some seem bent on genocide.
While others wish to live in lies,
Hiding heads in the sand.

While pandering to an evil man,
Russia is guilty for this plunder.
Trying to rip us all asunder,
Not all are to blame.

At this juncture,
Can only think of one.
Firing of gun's at everyone,
Putin is his name.

Wonder what his last word's would be,
Threatening to use his nuclear missiles.
On anyone who wishes to be free,
I often wonder what would his last words be.
Look at me ma top of the world.




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Written on 2022-03-17 at 00:02

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D G Moody
Inciteful as always Alan.
2022-03-17