RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS (UKRAINE)
Sanctions
Banished from the world of nations
Banished from the earth
All the money that is traced to him
That money has no worth
He might have a trillion rubles
Tucked away in hidden places
But what good is all that fortune
If he’s confined to darkened spaces?
Take his money and his treasure
Take it all in ample measure
Take his mettle and his spark
Steal his papers in the dark
Let him live without his wealth
Take his glory and his health
Make it suffer, let it hurt
Take his gold and give him dirt
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