MIRAGE OF GREATNESS Oh Putin, how sad you must feel, humiliated and beaten back in Kyiv, which you boasted would be taken in three days. The embarrassment of all those tanks, strung out, unable to move forward, unable to escape, all proudly marked with your own nazified Zed— how you must dread having to lookContinue reading “Mirage of Greatness. a poem by Gerald Seniuk”
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