I'm a I am a freelance writer. I have been a 3x Top Writer on Medium in Poetry, Writing, and Love. I used to consider myself a pacifist, but I'm more a "pissedoffisist". I reconsidered my stance on the war on Ukraine. My mother was Ukrainian/Polish. She told me stories of land being taken away and made part of Russia. She told me that during WWII the Nazis would take Ukrainian pregnant women and drive stakes through their vaginas to the top and place them along the streets as you may have seen parking meters in days of old in the USA. It was disgusting and horrific. We need peace, love, and the arts to help gather awareness and to lead the way toward peace.
The Stand In 2022
Once we will all return to the earth
With all the shit and dirt
Yes, I said it
Though I don’t want the credit
Some think of the earth as a shit hole in the ground
Others think it’s a gift from God and quite profound
In another minute, changes may come to mind
What hell is going on in Ukraine and why is everybody there dying?
Most are crying, I am too
I just don’t know what little me/big me can do
Chef Andre is doing the most
He’s feeding not only the poor, but those that escaped being ghosts
Why the United Nations and the United States come to the aid for Ukraine
What’s taking so goddam long for goodness sake?
Doesn’t it shake your very foundation to its core?
Does it rip your heart out and toss your soul more than ever before?
Heard Putin’s got Thyroid cancer
That’s not the answer
Though no one is sad
Many would like to see him drop dead
So deserving to drop off the face of the earth
We’re not to judge, but look what’s left
All the calamity, all the harm, and destruction
It’s a wonder anyone in Ukraine can function
I lay them a victory and stand with them hand in hand
This should be everyone’s demand
Stop it, Putin! You, you very bad man!
Your plans are lousy and evil full
You’ll die on the sword for real with all your guts pulled.
Now, for some words to hear in a great and dear song. If you’ve never heard them before, you’re in for something profound. This new artist to me, so dear and so wise. She rises from Nigeria. She’s unafraid and won’t hide…
The Traveling Crematorium
You know what?
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Putin!
You are worse than the enemy Rasputin
You belong in a cage like some rabid dog
I wish that you were eaten by wild, savage hogs
You are being called!
Don’t you know, don’t you know?
The traveling crematorium is coming for you soon
May you die the fate of Pilate with worms eating you through and through
Don’t know what to do, what to do, what to do?
To stop the devil YOU
You, You, Putin You got me puking my guts out
Every time I see your face I want to smash it, pulverize it with some sort of gadget
You insane fuck, you insane husk of a man
You have nothing good to give
You shouldn’t be allowed to live
You racist, fascist pig
Your brain is as worthless as a dried-out tree of non-bearing fruit fig
You belong in the fire of a slow burn
You murderous num-chuk of the dirtiest, worst sins
What the hell made you this way?
Shooting all those rats from your low-rent apartment days?
If it’s Ukraine’s land you are after, you can’t have it!
Not now, not ever, though you will inhabit its dirt hole to stuff your body cold
You who ran the Pussy Band into hiding because you were too embarrassed
You are a billion times worse in your daily habits
Stop threatening Sweden and Finland they’ve had their fill of you and your rants
I hope you pee your pants and lose your nuts
Because enough is enough
Stop the killing now!
Stop the War!
You are as bad as Judas and probably his whore
I’m sick of seeing you alive
I want to see you die
I know it’s not like me to speak this way
My soul and countless Archangels will stop you one day
What calamity and insanity you brought upon this earth
It would have been better if you were never birthed
Your daughters will cry for you and that’s really sad
But, you deserve the worst fate because you’re really, really bad!
Copyright by Lucy Socha 4/2022