A Time For Peace Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Where did she goThe time of peace

Christmas day and rain, disappearing polar bears in the Hudson Bay
and in the USA, a frost bomb explodes over America from Alaska
to New Mexico, a warning of what can happen if we are not alert.

Zelensky tries his hands on Churchillian oratory and fails; this is ok
as his audience is used to their President's awful stuttering and
forgotten lines are a daily embarrassment to be endured.

Siberian icy weather stretches its cold finger down to Portugal
where people, under layers of blankets, watch TV and experience
the EU, spectacular political power fiasco, blaming, as usual, Putin.

Who will break out of the stranglehold of Brussel's dictatorship?
the hope was Germany, but she has gone woke, simper in the arms
of the US president; one suspects it has to do with global thinking

Every voice has to be heard before action is taken states; in Europe
taking dictates from Brussel, there is apathy; no one has the strength
to break out of the life-sapping bondage and feel the wind of change