For the Children...

 

The missile which was thrown by Russia is seen as over 30 people were killed and more than 100 injured in a Russian attack on a railway station in eastern Ukraine on April 8, 2022. Photo by Andrea Carrubba/Anadolu Agency via Getty Images | Business Insider

© April 10, 2022, the Griot Poet

 

Fifty-two dead and hundreds maimed,

Russia claims to be liberating,

Ukraine from the Nazis in his addled brain,

The missile with the missive in Russian graffiti:

 

“For the children,”

 

A clever double entendre

In a war prosecuted by terrorists,

The head potentate of war crimes,

Vladimir Putin,

Head of a military superpower

Led by a war criminal,

 

“For the children,”

 

This barbarism isn’t “genius,”

It’s psychotic,

But his American cheerleader sporting a dead ferret on his addled head,

Lying profusely, it’s his hair over a bald spot,

From a botched plastic surgery

For which he reportedly assaulted his first immigrant spouse,

A flaw to his warped sense of self-perfection,

His narcissism can’t admit it exists,

A metaphor for the uncomfortable truths of his life he refuses to accept,

(Like being a business failure and NOT a "stable genius")

 

Putin is sitting at the end of a twenty-foot desk,

Followed in his limited travels by oncologists,

Who specializes in cancer of the thyroid,

 

It might mean that his immune system is compromised.

 

The irony, for a KGB agent who specialized in turning citizens of other countries into fifth columnists,

(Look at his 2016 - 2020 Manchurian Candidate)

Putin used kompromat against his victims, “useful idiots,” and opponents,

 

In a world recovering from a deadly pandemic,

Such knowledge might be terrifying to a terrorist,

Putting Putin at the end of twenty-foot desks,

 

Ferret toupees and twenty-foot desks:

Metaphors for quote so-called “strongmen,”

Prolific liars who “can’t handle the truth,”

Who create parallel universes around themselves,

Experts at forming personality cults around them,

Surrounding themselves with treacherous “yes men,”

Who steals from the strongmen as he steals from citizens,

The kings of flaccidity demand their flunkies only tell them “good news,”

Their fake shields hiding their impotence,

 

Murder becomes a requisite

To keep the illusion fresh:

Murdered women, men, and children in Syria, Crimea, Ukraine,

A million Coronavirus pandemic casualties in the US,

Gun violence that becomes serial naval gazing, and endemic,

 

“For the children,”

 

We need to have a global determination,

Of the mental health of any country’s leaders

They should have a battery of psychological tests,

Before RUNNING for office,

BEFORE taking a salary,

Before becoming a premier or president,

 

Because of their loose grasp of reality:

It,

Determines the allocation of resources and whether humans starve or are fed,

Determines how (or IF) we deal with climate catastrophe,

Determines whether we transition to renewable energy,

Determines the price of gas and groceries,

Determines whether we are served by elected representatives or ruled by dictators,

Determines whether we have truths that set us free, or gaslighting,

Determines whether France has Manuel Macron or Marine Le Pen,

Determines whether we explore the stars or fall from Sisyphus' precipice from Homo Sapiens to Homo Stultus,

 

Who we put in power should answer to their population, not astroturf campaigns and special interests,

The future we cannot predict, but

The future we’re supposed to make better for our posterity: “For the children.”