This was a setup by Trump and Vance,
An ambush staged for the world’s glance.
The most un-American betrayal to see,
Turning on Ukraine in the land of the free.
Trump’s voice thundered, a storm unleashed,
“You gamble with millions, with war at the breach!”
“You lack the cards,” his fury grew,
“Without us, this war would be through.”
Vance echoed, sharp as a blade,
“Have you thanked us for the price we’ve paid?”
Zelensky stood, steadfast and bold,
“Our fight is for freedom, a story retold.”
“What diplomacy do you mean to pursue?
Appease the aggressor? The cost is on you.”
“From the start,” he said with fire in his tone,
“We’ve fought this battle, often alone.”
Gratitude I’ve shown, but hear me now—
Peace must be just; we’ll not simply bow.”
Trump retorted, “You’re out of place,
No leverage here in this deadly race.”
“Accept a ceasefire; let bullets cease—
Your people are dying; choose swift peace.”
But Zelensky replied with resolve unshaken,
“No deal without guarantees unbroken.”
“We respect your strength; we need your aid,
But freedom’s price cannot be betrayed.”
A meeting of tempers, a clash of might,
Two visions clashed in the Oval’s light.
One sought quiet; the other stood tall—
A struggle for peace that could risk it all.
The Fixer’s Claim
"Day one," he vowed, "I’ll bring it to peace,
A war like this, I’d make it cease.
It’s me, all me, the deal’s in my hand,
No one else could make them understand."
"If it were me, this war wouldn’t start,
I’d settle it all with the art of my heart.
The world awaits my masterful call,
For only I can fix it all."
Echoes of the Kremlin
Echoes Echoes Echoes
Propaganda
Of war
"Ukraine started it," Trump proclaimed,
A line from Moscow, now reframed.
"Zelensky’s a dictator, no elections in sight,"
Putin’s own words, cast in new light.
"Neutral Ukraine," Trump seemed to agree,
A demilitarized state, defenseless and free.
From NATO’s grasp, Ukraine must part—
The Kremlin’s script, played word for word by heart.
DrummerDave26
