By Scott Sjostrand, Army
Writing Type: Poem
Mother Russia, at what cost?
Just so Vladimir Putin can be boss?
An aggressive nature with ruthless tactics
like a spoiled child. Watch his antics.
He feels no remorse shedding innocent blood.
His plagues will come in one day just like a flood.
“Let my people go,” saith the Lord.
Why do you insist on sowing discord,
creating war where there was once peace?
Your type of leadership is like a disease.
Cancer comes to mind; it destroys from within.
You’re like the devil, filled with sin.
Women and children flee Ukraine;
men stay behind, fight without refrain.
Mother Russia, you will be sorry for your actions.
The people of the world
won’t put up
with your warring factions.
I say to you, “Cease the
or you’ll be like McDonald's without the Big Mac."
No fries or cokes either, so just beware.When it is your turn, who would care?