Grease-stained clouds,
the tanks are leaking
and the rebellious sunset,
a power plant, the grand prize.
They’re cluster bombing towns,
missiles as battle cries,
a pack of wolves run wild;
the oil pan hillside drips dry.
Freedom of speech is criminalized,
and the young pups lie:
“We’re old enough to die,
we’re old enough to bleed and die.
We’re more than casualties,”
they scream, but no one intervenes,
as the bully blocks the sea.
“We are ready to fight to the last bullet,” said the Mykolaiv’s mayor, Oleksandr Senkevich, standing in his office with a pistol in his pocket.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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