Take This War

There’s a theatre hall in Mariupol, Where women and children had fled But the Russians bomb without conscience A number unknown, now are dead As the corpses were pulled from the rubble The earth was awash with our tears. Aye, aye, aye, aye Take this war, take this war, Take this war put a clamp on its jaws. On the outskirts of Kiev, a tank’s burning Soldier’s lives from both sides are lost Dark dreams of a malevolent madman pursued regardless of cost. While safe far away, the oligarchs play And grumble at loss of their yachts. Aye, aye, aye, aye Save this tree where doves go to die Ukraine won’t forget you, you know. Verses I've adapted from Saint Leonard's "Take this Waltz" which was adapted from Lorca's poem, "Pequeño vals vienés" (Little Viennese Waltz).