JamieMcK2001
Putin unhinged (poem below)
In recent months it has become clear that Putin has lost his grasp of reality, inflicting a nightmare on the Ukraine and his own people as he pursues a demented plan warped by wishful thinking and manic desires.
His end is near.
You will find more than 184 of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
Putin unhinged
He became unhinged
Verging on insane
But hiding it well
An Emperor with no clothes
But crazy dreams
And many yes men
Singing his praise
Praising his plans
While stealing from the army
And raking in the rubles
As supply trucks sank into decline
The great army a sham
Until one day
Whispering began
And doubts surfaced
While thousands lay dying
His soldiers retreating
His army in shambles
His pipe dream a war crime
His mastery a myth
Until one day they cursed him
Declaring him unfit
A maniac
A madman
A criminally incompetent fool
Whose time had come
A dose of polonium-210
Slipped into his Lomonosov tea pot
Ended finally
His war
His nightmare
And his regime
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at
Putin unhinged (poem below)
In recent months it has become clear that Putin has lost his grasp of reality, inflicting a nightmare on the Ukraine and his own people as he pursues a demented plan warped by wishful thinking and manic desires.
His end is near.
You will find more than 184 of my poems HERE. fno.org/poetry/index.html
Putin unhinged
He became unhinged
Verging on insane
But hiding it well
An Emperor with no clothes
But crazy dreams
And many yes men
Singing his praise
Praising his plans
While stealing from the army
And raking in the rubles
As supply trucks sank into decline
The great army a sham
Until one day
Whispering began
And doubts surfaced
While thousands lay dying
His soldiers retreating
His army in shambles
His pipe dream a war crime
His mastery a myth
Until one day they cursed him
Declaring him unfit
A maniac
A madman
A criminally incompetent fool
Whose time had come
A dose of polonium-210
Slipped into his Lomonosov tea pot
Ended finally
His war
His nightmare
And his regime
© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved
You will find more of my poems and songs here
and in The Storm in Its Passing and Flights of Fancy.
My songs are at