The brisk Spring wind blows upon the river,

creating an illusion, with white-capped waves,

of flowing uphill as life spirals downhill.

The world watches with total shock

as every rule of war is broken.

Should the world forgive

the ones who are not forgiving?

Democracy is so much like Judaism,

a remnant of a people amidst giant autocrats.

Putin stomps out the stuff of life,

hoping to disillusion this indigo child,

to annihilate their special traits.

The Russians are hardly human, reverted to animals,

a zombie army that has no empathy.

Confetti bodies dot the streets

while a nation is systematically plundered.

What sense is it to own rubble and dust?

What logic is it to become a pariah amongst many nations?

What demented mind rapes and kills pregnant women?

Who bombs birthing hospitals and steals children?

The world is flowing backwards

just like the caps of white water,

and we are reminded of Hitler.

Another genocide is being documented,

body after body carefully photographed,

dug out of mass graves that speak of horrors,

to be reburied with some kind of dignity and care.

The believers prayed for peace this Easter,

while Jews were reminded of their exodus from Egypt,

we fled the land of our tormentors so long ago.

Refugees flow into Poland and other regions

with only a backpack upon their shoulders,

with only one hope, to go home,

no matter what the landscape.

There is no turning back, no other path,

no other way of life, it is often spoken.

The wind appears to run the river backwards,

and the waves of time are flowing uphill.

There is no absorption or annihilation

of a people, into the slavery of a psychotic tyrant,

even if Putin takes their land, he will never have their hearts.

Still the waterfalls keep on flowing,

the river continues to empty into the sea

where the water is oxygenating the skies, sustaining life.