Everyday Poems

Grenade belts
Instead of garden tools
Dangerous fools
Old men in fatigues
Shouting rage and hate
Indifferent to
The innocent’s fate

Surveying acres
Of captured mud
Where once
Their comrades stood 
Who lie now
In bloodied rags
Enclosed in
Plastic body bags

Teenagers
And prisoners alike
Coraled to join
This relentless fight
From prison and school
At the behest of Putin’s rule
to be led to the slaughter
By bullet and mortar

A modern day Somme
Where convicts
Gain their freedom
In return for
Six months in the trenches
Regardless of their offences
A pact with the devil
At any level

Bomb blasts that
Uncover the previously fallen
Their youth stolen
From earlier escapades
Where memory has faded
Politicians aims sated
Criminals buying their pardens
From old men who
Should be tending gardens