‘' Let The Voice Of The Masses Hold Sway ‘' Poem by Bri Mar

It's really frightening,
Tensions are heightening,
As the cold war's about to get hot,
Putin and Xi,
Want us to see,
Very soon, we'll all end up distraught.

With evil they're twinned,
As treaties are binned,
None of us here know, what for,
As at the West they aim,
They feel no shame,
It's a fact they won't fight in their war.

Both of them know,
It's not them who will go,
With their promises of victory and glory,
Win or lose,
You don't get to choose,
While they sing to each other, that's amore.

They will hide underground,
Where they can't be found,
To be killed in their war wouldn't do,
Their egos are fed,
By millions lying dead,
It's a fact those deceased cannot sue.

The nuclear option,
Is up for adoption,
If either of them sense, a defeat,
When that button they press,
We'll all feel the distress,
These cowards are filled with conceit.

If you refused,
You'd leave them confused,
As they love to get their own way,
By declining to fight,
They may see the light,

‘' Let The Voice Of The Masses Hold Sway ‘'