He suggested a meeting
Everyone thought
He meant himself
But he didn’t say it
He just suggested a meeting
Nothing more
Nothing less
He didn’t say he was coming
And so he didn’t
But everyone was waiting for him

But he didn’t come

He isn’t God
Everyone hopes that God is around
As an essence of good against evil
Everyone is waiting for God
Some more
Some less
But everyone knows
God might be around
But he doesn’t come
Like a human being would
Some humans feel his presence
But no-one has ever saw him
In person

What is the essence of evil?

Is it just the dissence of good?

Did they really wait for Putin?

Or did they hope he wouldn’t come?

The moon rises
And the moon falls
Which doppelgaenger will be installed
When the end reaches the noon
Will it be coming soon
Or will Putin come sooner
Of course he isn’t a high nooner
But he’s got his puppets everywhere
Will he care
Possibly not
Maybe he’s old enough
And just forgot
About the meeting he planned
Late at night he scanned
His diary of the latest day
All of a sudden it went grey
And clear for him to see
Wait a minute: that was today?
And laughed out loud
Did I really say
We two should actually meet
Having a nice meet and greet
I can hardly remember
About last December
And now I am here
In my own stratosphere
People should know
I can only grow
By don’t taking part
It wouldn’t be smart
To leave Russia right now
Falling into a trap
Or the remainings of a cow
Joke aside I couldn’t care less
About the mess
The world is in
The ice in Sibiria isn’t thin
It’s hard and strong
As is my tongue
I can bend my words or I won’t
All is loud on the Ukrainian front
And while they interpret my words
I will carry my swords
Across the sea
And meet my god
I’ll meet me.

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        © Dominik Alexander / 2025
        © Anat Zhukoff (image)