Dove Windsor WW3 poem

"Beneath the moon's blood-tainted gleam,

A world whispers of a wicked dream,

Gaza bleeds into endless strife,

Israel sharpens its vengeful knife.

Iran weaves spells in nuclear gloom,

Ukraine’s fields, now tombs in bloom,

Russia's hand grips the winter's bone,

In Palestine, lost spirits moan.

Putin's shadow, a dark eclipse,

Zelensky’s valor on trembling lips,

Sunak’s silence, a grave's cold chill,

Biden’s promise, a bitter pill.

"The Armageddon" calls, a dire refrain,

World War III, humanity’s bane,

The Third World War, a ravenous blight,

Where souls are traded for eternal night.

Ask not when this hell will start—

Such knowledge tears the sane apart,

In whispered dread, the cursed impart,

The end begins when hope departs.

So hark the deathly chorus sung,

Of battles fierce and justice unsung,

In this dark age, the end begun,

A world unravels, forever undone."