Zeks Feed the Ukrainians: A Poem

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Zeks Feed the Ukrainians

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Our meagre pot it is our life,
It is our strength and will—
No daughter dear, no son, no wife,
Except this stinking swill.

We know you came across the leagues
To this our snowy camp,
Where dawn the weary soul fatigues,
And bunks are always damp.

Our hands are smashed, our…