Two Vladimirs are feuding heads,
Both Vladimirs are stubborn lads.
Each one insists his claim is just,
And neither will each other trust.

They were not enemies from birth,
Both born on this blue round Earth.
What will it take to meet half way?
Which arguments each other sway?

Estranged they've gotten in the schism,
In post death throes of communism.
This feud has brewed after the split,
Promises made, yet were not kept.

All grievances, complaints brushed off,
And now the gloves are coming off.
Both Vlads insist their gospel is right,
Though in the end, it's might that's right.

Spectator nations picked their side,
And such decisions all factions bite.
Sanctioneers rushed, not planning well,
Relations, economies, hence gone to hell.

Meanwhile lives getting erased,
No way to look at this unfazed.
Yet more importantly now is to aim,
Plugging this ravaged misery dam.

Politicians serve their Master well,
For whores place is reserved in hell.
Warmongers beat the Drums of War,
Collect their pay at Satan's door.

Most media gimps do spin this tale,
While shells and rockets rain as hail.
It's not the first time tail wagged the dog,
People are drowning in this bloody bog.

Revealing facts, there's no value in that,
To ignite hate and fervor, truth won't help.
Airwaves are filled with lies, half-truths,
To find what's what, takes teams of sleuths.

This being so, that being said,
It pains the soul seeing people dead.
No time to delve into who's right or not.
Brothers must wish this conflict to stop.

To make hard choices, and move ahead,
To heal the wounds, perhaps break bread.
For cannonades to stop wrecking lives,
Step back, reflect, and let peace revive.
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Written on March 10, 2022

Submitted by RosenkrantzA on March 10, 2022

Modified by RosenkrantzA on June 16, 2023

1:44 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,684
Words 338
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

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