Inconsequential

Russia don’t mind,

Russia don’t care,

About war’s destruction,

And people’s despair,

Wrecking of cities,

Pockmarking the land,

Confirms that Russia,

Has a hard, hurting hand.

Slaughter don’t matter,

Their point to make,

It matters not,

That their claims are fake,

Little by little,

They’ll claw back the past,

‘Till Russia becomes,

‘United’ at last.

The countries that fled,

Their future has gone,

Back to what was,

When Russia has won.

5/8/2022