Inspired by a comment on r/worldnews

With best wishes from Ukraine
Coming warmest greetings free.
And the goody bags contain
Countless sparkles and much glee.

Cozy brother, comfy be:
Kindness yours will be repaid.
On the land or on the sea -
Flames of love ours do not fade.

What is gifted, that's returned.
Crisp and crackling fires rage.
Come with death, now leave all burned.
War comes back from where it's waged.

Savour mercy of your sort -
Never eaten what one thrown.
Now it's red and what it wrought:
Ashes, smoke, and crying stones.

Fireworks hot bloom bright and hug,
Kin, rejoice, just brother, we
From affections your had dug
Now we're serving you back, see.

We will not be brothers
We will not be sisters.
You will not be parents.
We will not be children.

You, dear, can’t be auntie,
You, not, can’t be uncle.
Moreso, not a cousin,
Clearly, not the best friend.

You are sure not grandpa,
Neither are you grandma.
Shame to call you in-laws
And absurd - forefathers.

Insult to step-siblings -
To put label on you.
You have not adopted -
Do not waste the paper.

We're not nieces, nephews.
By the way, not husbands
And you never will be,
And we'll never call you.

And so, in conclusion:
You are not our kinsmen.
Cry and whinge – rejection
Hurts much less than torture.

It passed.

We'll keep waving the flags -
May they flutter and rage
Colours counter to chains -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
Hiss and spit thin and false
Traitors, Philbys, and rot -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
Where the bullets ring loud,
When the monsters sneer, kill -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
On the floors with the free,
In between walls of brave -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
May the child have a heart,
For the mother has none -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
Through the screeches of foul,
Death-laced tongues of the moons -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
Red until sky turns blue
And the last will be gone -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
After bones have decayed
Of molesters, and rats -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
Long when wretches are gone,
Their brown cars had burnt out -
We'll keep waving those flags.

We'll keep waving the flags -
We have waved them before,
We've waved once, yet again -
We will wave them some more.

Wrath draws no breath and drinks no milk.
The mother's hands are cold like silk.
Red eyes of owl tear through the night -
There's no such time that's good to hide.

Paths bend away from peace and calm,
Eternal always death disarms.
The mind forgets but hands - they don't.
And we could also - but we won't.

No shadow's loyal ever born,
Sun clad in blood is never warm.
Heart beats away from guilty chest.
It is too late to mourn, confess.

It follows - devil and a judge.
Who's robbed of all, holds onto grudge.
A clock counts stolen minutes, days.
We follow, brace, we won't stop chase.

Each midnight stroke is gavel's tap.
We won't forgive: you clapped, we clap.
See, only dream's where you don't pay
And we will find you, start to pray.

Clap!

Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Boys and girls are calling fires.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Skies are blue and sparkly - wires.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Men strange sleep and here's a depot.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Who? A monster? Called by me? No.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Words of foxes red no men hear.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Ink burns not but oil pits are dear.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Empty corridors not lonely.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Quiet hours - tricksters only.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Fur is white and flaming - feathers.
Cotton, Cotton, Cotton,
Night is hot, red blaze their treasures.

Over hills and over steppes
Slithered bunch of bleating sheep.
Smart, good orc those bloody specks
On his pelt of cotton keeps.

Through the rivers, through the lakes
Dragged he Whirlpool used machine.
That's what lord back home one makes -
Greatest land this hadn't seen.

Past the mountains, past ravines
Rolled a crematorium.
Stopped to rest, admire the scenes -
Stugna wrote the in memoriam.

In the swamps and in the caves
Grandpa's tanks - for Kyiv late.
And in Moscow all the knaves
On TV played the debates.

Through the mists and through the trees
Hunted hungry Javelin.
Near the drone a conscript sneezed,
Lada new - mom travels in.

At the airfields, at the strips
Landed men like flasks Le Male.
Ghosts of Crete licked their grey lips.
Stupid trodden traps do trail.

Over plains and over fields
Rolled a green and proud John Deere.
Ivan vodka from dead steals,
Farmer has new shiny gear.