Poetry by Tim Windisch

The Final Curtain


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The Final Curtain

“Hey Mr. President! Thanks, but I need ammunition not a ride!”

Zelensky stood tall and firm, vowing to defend Ukrainian pride

Like Patton’s cardboard army, NATO troops watching were stiff imitations

There not to act, but to hopefully give the Russians cause for reservations

Crimea was a mistake; this is sheer lunacy to allow this overthrow

Innocent blood shed is a horrifying image, a stain that will never go

Do not let it happen people, stand up and say enough!

Fear of nuclear destruction, the planet destroyed in a puff

If we sit on our hands and do nothing today, will it be any less certain?

A madman makes his own reasons for bringing down the final curtain

How many more countries will pay the price? How many more need to die?

Who believes his thirst is quenched here, that he won’t darken another sky?

Putin is a pathetic, pitiful, pitiable piece of shit who has no remorse for his actions

We need to be rid of him and his sympathizers like Donnie and the other factions

Oligarchs who support a madman so long as it lets them bath in rubles and gold

While their subjects writhe in pain, defenseless as their tomorrows are bought and sold

Do not let it happen people, stand up and say enough!

Fear of nuclear destruction, the planet destroyed in a puff

If we sit on our hands and do nothing today, will it be any less certain?

A madman makes his own reasons for bringing down the final curtain

Until all the bombs go silent

Relations are no longer violent

From sea to sea, we see unity

When madness is denied impunity

And the lesson sounded throughout the world

Is one world united with a peace flag unfurled

The day we work as one to fix the damage to our planet

And share the fruits of that effort with all of us who man it

That’ll be the day buddy when I’ll feel holly and more certain

I’ll feel fine and never worry about bringing down the final curtain

Tim Windisch

02/28/2022

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