Usa, Russian Oil And Ukraine Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The handshake felt strong in the light of the day,
But shadows have grown as the clouds turn to gray.
The ships carry fuel across the cold sea,
A deal made with others, not meant for the free.

He stands in his capital, heart full of pain,
Watching the promises fall like the rain.
'We thought you were with us, ' he whispers in grief,
'But choices were made that offer no relief.'

The partner he trusted has turned to the side,
Where silence and shadows have nowhere to hide.
The fire is burning, the winter is long,
And the song of the ally feels suddenly wrong.