Bodies of the innocents are crying out
like Abel’s soul crying from the soil,
in pain at this stark betrayal -
The enemy granted absolution,
returning to a state of power
seen as normalized, an equal…
A mass-murderer given station
a seat at the table once more…
Soldiers kneeling on the tarmac,
rolling out a red carpet, vacuumed,
an image seared forever into history,
supplicants, pawns, servile, angry,
welcoming a murderer, a pariah, Putin,
the butcher in the bunker, a madman…
Standing at attention for a dictator
strutting on our sovereign land…
Welcomed by their crime boss,
the erstwhile leader, pathetic,
Trump, the aspiring strongman,
a sycophant, an agent, a candidate,
stoking the flames of division,
beholden to the Kremlin, to Putin…
B-2 bombers overhead, fighters,
projecting an appearance of strength…
They walked on a carpet of blood,
warm blood, awash in living crimson,
over the dead bodies strewn, murdered,
like the streets of Bucha, an indictment,
their shoes dripping with innocent blood,
his victims in Ukraine, all the casualties…
Given a platform, a microphone,
to spew his incessant bile of lies…
Mocking the power of our state,
diminishing the status of America
by the lies, the delays, the compliments,
stroking the ego of the strongman,
dividing America from Europe…
The country of Ukraine fights,
standing strong, resolute, united,
until they achieve a just peace…
like Abel’s soul crying from the soil,
in pain at this stark betrayal -
The enemy granted absolution,
returning to a state of power
seen as normalized, an equal…
A mass-murderer given station
a seat at the table once more…
rolling out a red carpet, vacuumed,
an image seared forever into history,
supplicants, pawns, servile, angry,
welcoming a murderer, a pariah, Putin,
the butcher in the bunker, a madman…
Standing at attention for a dictator
strutting on our sovereign land…
the erstwhile leader, pathetic,
Trump, the aspiring strongman,
a sycophant, an agent, a candidate,
stoking the flames of division,
beholden to the Kremlin, to Putin…
B-2 bombers overhead, fighters,
projecting an appearance of strength…
warm blood, awash in living crimson,
over the dead bodies strewn, murdered,
like the streets of Bucha, an indictment,
their shoes dripping with innocent blood,
his victims in Ukraine, all the casualties…
Given a platform, a microphone,
to spew his incessant bile of lies…
diminishing the status of America
by the lies, the delays, the compliments,
stroking the ego of the strongman,
dividing America from Europe…
The country of Ukraine fights,
standing strong, resolute, united,
until they achieve a just peace…

Edited August 17, 2025
They walked on a carpet of blood – v2
Edited August 14, 2025
Shared Responsibility – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/08/shared-responsibility-v2.html
August 11, 2024 statement in Brussels
https://x.com/DelphineColard/status/1954921635989131715
August 9, 2025
Joint Statement of European Leaders
https://www.gov.uk/government/news/joint-leaders-statement-on-peace-for-ukraine
Edited July 15, 2025
Delay is Murder – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/07/delay-is-murder-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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