Feel free to step on someone’s toes,
But only when you’re dancing.
Feel free to skip rocks ‘cross the lake,
When ‘neath the moon, romancing.
Feel free, to say you do not like me.
Feel free to throw your weight.
But don’t think that you are welcome,
When you try to storm our gate.
Our gate that lets in family.
Our gate that keeps us whole.
Community in harmony,
While keeping ‘way the fascist trolls.
The gate which brings us every spring,
Giving faith we’ll still be here.
Holding tightly ev’ry sunflower;
As we rebuild our belvedere.
You see, Vladimir Putin,
Your sickness is not ours.
Your rotting needs to own us
Has not been sown within our flowers.
And so, if there’s denouncing
Ukraine’s history past our gate?
Like Brandenburg, we’ll take you down,
If just to bury hate.
Our gate is closed to likes of you.
We stand in strength and see
That you’re just another virus,
Aping what you wish to be.
You are the bully in our story.
We’ll rid you for your dross.
You may think you own our Ukraine
But you’re just an albatross.
Democracy’s our fortune.
For you, it means demise.
Democracy’s the world’s last chance
To eradicate the guise
Of Dictators, and Liars,
And those who dare to bilk…
Citizens in countries
Who want nothing of your ilk.
Yes, play your game of hopscotch.
We’re prepared to wash the chalk:
Off our sidewalks and our family’s hearts–
As you fester like a pock–
While we prepare for your unwelcome;
And you try to poison what is true?
Our gates aren’t yours to open,
While they’re yellow and they’re blue.
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