In the Grip of Madness

A Poem

https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/we-fear-no-one-ukrainians-raise-flags-defy-russia-invasion-fear-2022-02-16/

I know you’re mighty,
Seen you on a horse bare-chested.
I know you’re mighty,
Never for a show I requested.

Over a piece of land,
Far from your borders,
I lead a life quiet,
Away from your disorders.

On a piece of land,
I have a family sweet,
Under a solid roof,
On a quiet suburban street.

What’s gotten into you?
Who’s got your goat?
Why shake my floor?
Why blow out my roof?

On the piece of land,
You ran your metal tanks,
Over the solid roof,
You rained your nasty bombs.

Knocked down the door,
You bring down our wall,
Shook down our nest,
You got us running away from all.

Over the piece of land,
Black smoke lifts from the blow.
Under the broken roof,
Maimed lives, they are in show.