Death be the wreath adorning each door

When will the madness cease

Sung to the tune of "my favourite things"

Missiles smash cities and bombs wreck each village
convicts conscripted to rape, murder, pillage,
Putin determined the world be at war
death be the wreath adorning each door.
Mothers mourn husband's, sons soon they follow
when the carnage is over, a victory so hollow
no-one will celebrate Christmas at war
death be the wreath adorning each door.
Grave diggers so busy as cemeteries filling
no sign of ceasefire, no end to the killing
Santa won't visit while nations at war
death be the wreath adorning each door.
When the bombs blast
when the guns fire
when more lives are no more
misery, heartbreak in each grieving home
death wreath still adorning....each dor

MERRY XMAS FOLKS!!

Author's Note

A little light reading!

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

And these are a few of my very unfavorite things! You've done an outstanding job of fitting the words to the tune, and the message is one that could not be more important. I wish all humans wanted peace, but some of us are angry wolves, evidently.