(A poem about Russia about to invade the Ukraine)
In the woods false tranquility In the quiet there's instability
She lurks behind the willow trees She prowls silently yet no one sees
Spotting weakness with her eyes And in this hour she will rise
The birds up high sing a chorus Concealing the danger of the forest
The bears arrival is very near Her imminent rising up many fear
Our leaders and media point their finger Yet in the darkness the bear does linger
Yet still the bear stalks alone Through the years she has grown
She continues to stalk her prey While our country sees decay
It seems we are asleep in our demise In our distractions she will surprise
As our leaders find another to blame The bear advances not playing games
In the woods, concealed in the fog There lies the bear, the land of Gog
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