I feel so angry
I would just want to go and shoot him
Who?
Putin!
But if I got there
I wouldn’t hit him
I would just want him to see sense
Striking him or killing him
Wouldn’t do the job
What job?
Helping him to see
The folly of his ways
The senseless slaughter
The price that others pay
When we give in to anger lust and greed
The seven deadly sins
That serve our selfish needs
We cannot go to war
War must cease
It gains nothing
But sorrows to increase
We’ve suffered injustice
Suffered long enough
We’ll suffer some more
We’re made of sterner stuff
There’s plenty wrong
We cannot right it all
We’ll persevere
Whatever might befall
We are part of this
It will not go away
So stock up on your virtue
And allow yourself to pray
Brian Fahy
11 March 2022
Erris Poetry 