In days of yore,
We marked the passing
Of seasons & years.
๐ข๐ธ๐ต๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐จ๐พ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ฎ.
Then Christians came,
And Yuletide became Christ's mass.
๐๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฎ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐ค๐๐.
Finally, Coca-cola & Disney,
To monetise our celebrations.
Santa redressed in red. ๐ค
๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ฃ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ข๐ ฃ ๐ ข๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ก๐ ฃ๐ ค๐ ๐ ๐ ฃ๐ จ.
So
Russian soldiers
(In reality a horde)
Executed a couple more
Defenceless
POWs from Ukraine
Two superb men
For no reason
And the wife of Chornobyl's
First death from radiation
Died in a Russian bomb's
Explosion
In Kyiv
Ukrainians don't even know
Or care
If they're being victimised
They are just busy
Trying to stay alive
swans and bouys
pair of swans pass distantly on a trail
legs and tails move slowly
sun sets over hills nearby
our time goes by silently
waiting, two babies beaming crossed off days
mother's kiss another fling
the stuffed bear is air soaring
to the sound of stereo mawing