Kyiv March 2022.
The tanks roll in, as we knew they would.
But this is not like in Hollywood.
People hide, as bombs fall from the skies.
Do the bombers care, about who dies?
The troops move in, as we watch the vids.
Ambushed by AK-47 wielding kids.
While buildings burn, politicians talk.
As the nation bleeds, refugees walk.
This is it boys, this is war. This is what we've been waiting for.
Count the cost in men and machines. Violence written in our genes.
For now the fighting is a world away.
Our lives untroubled b the price they pay.
The timid and tender will cry; War no more!
But isn't peace worth fighting for?
What do you think will happen next, in this story?
The aggressor stops, satisfied with gains and glory?
Im afraid this is it, the time is here.
Dust off your rifle, put down your beer.
