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The Sirens Ringing Out

The Sirens Ringing Out

written by: David R Mellor


The sirens are ringing out
Did I wake up to 1939?

Bits of paper waved in the air
As a bomb rips through a house

“we’ll hit them in their bank accounts”
But no statement can save a child’s life

The sirens ringing out
Wailing across a Kyiv square

A mother in Donetsk a sister in Odesa
A cold chill running down her spine

“It’s hopeless”
It’s happening again

The sirens are ringing
And it’s not 1939, it’s here and now

And from the west
A thick cloud of hot air, saving nobody.

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