It’s the uncertainty that weighs
On our hearts and souls these days
The hollow echoes of sad voices
Faced with scary nightmare choices.
A distant rumbling as mass hordes
Make moves south as time affords;
Disruption as supplies run short …
Has history no lessons taught?
Meanwhile, the God Angst reigns supreme;
We pray that this is a bad dream
But will brave diplomats prevail?
Thoughts of peace crawl, like a snail …
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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