Sunday, November 14, 2021

Belarus (The Puppet)

 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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