Death be the wreath adorning each doorA Poem by GeeWhen 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 with wreaths still adorning....each door MERRY XMAS FOLKS!! © 2024 GeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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