They stand upon their walls
Waving their fists, spending
Their wrath upon those who
Speak against them, Ukraine
Assuredly. Poland and
Finland should be next.
Amongst the brethren another
Rages against the Taiwanese
“Scatter you! Flee, for I
Shall surely pounce when
You least expect.” Meanwhile
We fearful free count missiles
And tanks and tremble.
The end is near. There is
A sound of grinding
In our ears, an inexorable
Coming of evil riding
On a devilish red horse.
The jaunty rider smiles
Down at us his handiwork.
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