Apple trees are trampled on

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?

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