In fields of strife, where man doth vie,
Ukraine embarks, its banners ply,
Torn soldiers Russian, prisoners nigh,
A tale of war, these lands belies.
With heav'n's vault above in sigh,
A worldwide tax entwines with lies,
In labyrinth Congress doth not try,
As tangled fate to man applies.
And as the worldly news unfolds,
A chorus of events untold,
In prose of goat and snail be told,
Through rabbit ears and dog's soft hold.
