How dare I plow my fearsome fief
To sow in it tomorrow’s dream
I stand beleaguered by my own belief
With a shadow left to redeem!
The soul of bread is not the flour
But the holy grail in every grain
When heart of earth’s hearth foes devour
I feel the pain of my Ukraine!
My neighbor was torn by a mine
Yet, I can’t simply sit at home
There’s fear behind the thin red line
Yet hope beyond sin-ister sin-drome!
New dawn will rise when war will wane
And springtide won’t sigh satire
Old oaths will live to ever remain
Fostering Faith In The Farm Of Fear!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra