Sunflowers
As Yemen school busses are blown to bits,
By arms-fair missiles, to tyrannies sold,
As children in Gaza rummage trash-pits,
Midst bulldozed houses and corpses untold,
As Kurdish families, drowning at sea,
Die a cold death, in the depths of despair,
As Kabul women, abandoned, unfree,
Are left in care of misogynists there,
As conflicts, by-proxy, pounding the poor,
Are fought by puppets, for distant powers,
As wealth is reaped from the fortunes of war,
Gardens are scorched, bereft of sunflowers,
And old ladies scream at soldiers in vain,
All over the world, including Ukraine.
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