What silly games we play Mister Putin
They blew your bridge
You blew your cool
And hit Kyiv hard this morning
And that chap in North Korea
Playing games
Missiles here and there
Isolated stare
This is what we do when left alone
Stalin on his deathbed
Died alone
Hitler in his bunker
Bonkers
A gun put to his head
And Mussolini struts his stuff
And stuffed
Strung upside down
I lost my cool one time at school
A fight then in the yard
But I knew the game was madness
As I fought
But some folk think that fighting is the game
Patton’s life would never have been the same
And yet for all his tanks
A car crash took him
1945
Meanwhile in Donegal
A nation weeps
A deathly visitation in a shop
The gas that keeps us warm
Can kill us too
Life so precious and so beautiful
We mourn in tragic accident
Dismiss in hateful war
Work for peace
It won’t walk in the door
Brian Fahy
10 October 2022
Erris Poetry 