Tolstoy loved his apple trees
Now Kiev fights as children weep.
Be merciful,but Putin smiles.
Up my throat I feel black bile.
The trees are savaged by the tanks.
As roubles plummet in the banks.
As sudden as a heart attack
The Russian missiles can’t turn back.
Without premonition
A soldier kills me with his gun
With the many ghosts of war
How can Europe fall so far
Evolution is a myth.
Hitler used it to kill with
Who are the fittest,who the least?
Who the devil,who the priest?
How my heart sings 