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Russia Invades Ukraine
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless,
whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism
or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”― Mahatma Gandhi
your sleight of hand has given reason pause
to contemplate how you have bruised the cause
of justice. steep the ransom for your pride,
as on the battlefield sharp wits collide.
outnumbered though my troops appear to be,
our courage still outstrips your infamy;
pressed to the wall, we hold our sovereign fort,
nor shall our faith become your trifling sport.
though infantry and cavalry advance,
and sea and sky explode with strange war-dance;
stand back, see the salvation of the Lord,
for we shall conquer you by His Swift Sword.
'tis not in numbers we establish strength,
nor by day hours we calculate time's length;
the sun may yet stand still before your face,
your tyranny reduced to gross disgrace.
the final conflict, rife with blood and stench,
shall not out of our grasp this conquest wrench.
magnificent our closing rubicon;
for us, the victory already won!
© Copyright 2022 February 23
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless,
whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism
or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”― Mahatma Gandhi
your sleight of hand has given reason pause
to contemplate how you have bruised the cause
of justice. steep the ransom for your pride,
as on the battlefield sharp wits collide.
outnumbered though my troops appear to be,
our courage still outstrips your infamy;
pressed to the wall, we hold our sovereign fort,
nor shall our faith become your trifling sport.
though infantry and cavalry advance,
and sea and sky explode with strange war-dance;
stand back, see the salvation of the Lord,
for we shall conquer you by His Swift Sword.
'tis not in numbers we establish strength,
nor by day hours we calculate time's length;
the sun may yet stand still before your face,
your tyranny reduced to gross disgrace.
the final conflict, rife with blood and stench,
shall not out of our grasp this conquest wrench.
magnificent our closing rubicon;
for us, the victory already won!
© Copyright 2022 February 23
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 4th Mar 2022
| Edited 17th May 2022
Author's Note
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Rubicon. : a limit or point that is reached when the results of one's actions cannot be changed Once you've crossed the Rubicon there's no going back.
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Rubicon. : a limit or point that is reached when the results of one's actions cannot be changed Once you've crossed the Rubicon there's no going back.
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4th Mar 2022 2:34am
Powerful. Using another analogy, Putin may just have gone a bridge too far. History will tell.
4th Mar 2022 3:01am
Insightful observation, Robert!
The "games" people play may lead to their own premature end.
Thanks for connecting with rubicon. -- the point of no return for the deserving loser.
cab
The "games" people play may lead to their own premature end.
Thanks for connecting with rubicon. -- the point of no return for the deserving loser.
cab
4th Mar 2022 6:26am
I'm not certain you follow the drift, Dizzzzzzy -- or that I follow yours. Who is pushing for war?
Rubicon is a term associated with piquet, a game in which the winner gets to add the loser's score to his own.
Bridge is another game, but one in which you negotiate deals with a partner across the floor.
Putin is playing with human lives -- as though living and dying and seizing power were a game of Russian Roulette (Russian NOT by accident!).
Now, where do wars end and games begin, for those who see the two as one? Again, who is pushing for war?
cab
Rubicon is a term associated with piquet, a game in which the winner gets to add the loser's score to his own.
Bridge is another game, but one in which you negotiate deals with a partner across the floor.
Putin is playing with human lives -- as though living and dying and seizing power were a game of Russian Roulette (Russian NOT by accident!).
Now, where do wars end and games begin, for those who see the two as one? Again, who is pushing for war?
cab
The first thing that jumped out at me, other than Gandhi's quote, of course, is the powerful enjambment in this line:
to contemplate how you have bruised the cause
of justice. steep the ransom for your pride,
This is a solid message of perseverance and a refusal to cow tow to the cost of injustice just to rise above.
While I realize this isn't a NaPo entry, I did want to remark on how strongly you've come out of the gate this year. Thank you for your support, encouragement, and dedication to Team NaPo'22. You're a very positive and strong asset.
to contemplate how you have bruised the cause
of justice. steep the ransom for your pride,
This is a solid message of perseverance and a refusal to cow tow to the cost of injustice just to rise above.
While I realize this isn't a NaPo entry, I did want to remark on how strongly you've come out of the gate this year. Thank you for your support, encouragement, and dedication to Team NaPo'22. You're a very positive and strong asset.
3rd Apr 2022 2:52am
Thank you, Ahavati.
The theme of injustice overwhelms my heart at this time -- injustice to fellow poets, injustice to sovereign nations under siege, injustice to the skin-tone heritage of the minority peoples of the world, injustice to the trafficking of the vulnerable, political injustice alongside the blatant stupidity of gross human error and miscalculation.
As I see you have noticed, this piece is my tribute to Ukraine, while for my NaPo poems, my main theme is BLAIZing My Trail, to whose end I have already posted Trail Blaize Nos 1 and 2
I may be merely ONE voice; and yet, when other individual voices add to the choral orchestration, the symphony will be formidable, the message powerful.
Yours sincerely
cab
The theme of injustice overwhelms my heart at this time -- injustice to fellow poets, injustice to sovereign nations under siege, injustice to the skin-tone heritage of the minority peoples of the world, injustice to the trafficking of the vulnerable, political injustice alongside the blatant stupidity of gross human error and miscalculation.
As I see you have noticed, this piece is my tribute to Ukraine, while for my NaPo poems, my main theme is BLAIZing My Trail, to whose end I have already posted Trail Blaize Nos 1 and 2
I may be merely ONE voice; and yet, when other individual voices add to the choral orchestration, the symphony will be formidable, the message powerful.
Yours sincerely
cab
8th Apr 2022 4:59pm
So much wisdom
though infantry and cavalry advance,
and sea and sky explode with your war-dance;
stand back, see the salvation of the Lord,
for we shall conquer you by His Swift Sword.
"for us, the victory already won!" amen brother
though infantry and cavalry advance,
and sea and sky explode with your war-dance;
stand back, see the salvation of the Lord,
for we shall conquer you by His Swift Sword.
"for us, the victory already won!" amen brother
8th Apr 2022 7:31pm
Thank you, TIG, my friend!
You should be doing NaPo; have you not heard about it Of course, it's too late for this year, since one has to register first and post each day in April. But I hope you will consider it in the future (NaPo23).
You should be doing NaPo; have you not heard about it Of course, it's too late for this year, since one has to register first and post each day in April. But I hope you will consider it in the future (NaPo23).
