falling from the precipice, the heights,
skating over the abyss, the chasm…
the plane of the tarmac, the flattened, vacuumed crisp footing,
covering a pit, a gaping maw, an open wound, a fiery pit, a portal,
hiding a well of death, hidden, like quicksand, a pool of blood…
the stain of his innocent victims, not a carpet but a river,
sticking to his clothes, his body, corrosive acids burning,
eating at his flesh, walking upon the bodies, his victims,
every crime against humanity, each war crime…
hands reaching to pull him under,
into the crimson color, the pool,
of their innocent lives lost,
in their country, Ukraine.
speaking from the soil, the earth,
the plane of the tarmac holding them
only for so long, rising, protecting their nation…
in victory, in triumph, uniting one nation, one people,
all of Ukraine…
Edited August 18, 2025
Not a carpet but a river – v2
Putin walked on a carpet of blood
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/putin-walked-on-carpet-of-blood.html
Edited August 17, 2025
They walked on a carpet of blood – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/they-walked-on-carpet-of-blood-v2.html
Putin/Trump meeting in Anchorage, Alaska
Edited August 14, 2025
Shared Responsibility – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/shared-responsibility-v2.html
Edited July 12, 2025
Unrelenting Terror – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/07/unrelenting-terror-v2.html
Edited April 14, 2025
Screaming into the Void – v3
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/04/screaming-into-void-v3.html


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