RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS
Belarus
Like the Cherokee on the Trail of Tears
Like the Navajo at the End of the Trail
The Islamic migrants in Belarus
Are rounded up like stray cattle
Shuffled to camps at the Polish border
Trapped between two armies
In perpetual displacement
We know the hand behind this treachery
This crisis of human decency
It is not the puppet Lukashenko
It is the puppet master
Behind the wrought iron curtain
As if to prove his relevance
As if to demonstrate his power
Vladimir pulls the levers
And his Belarus puppet dances
It is a warning of things to come
A shot across the bow
The emperor readies for action
We may not know when or how
Troops gather at the Ukrainian border
A threat of severed oil looms
The future is looking bleak
For some it may bring doom
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