The sea lapped to itself upon the shoreline, oblivious to the ships of the invader. The wind bears silent witness to the sounds of a peaceful nation subjected to war, the trees whisper among themselves also in fear, and how many can still hear when the weapons cease. Pointless war and aggression, people were torn from life, the world and its people stop moving, the ground is dead from stupid savagery alas not a bird sings only a river flows with a pale red hue, this was no game, young people from a country of the hammer and sickle, wonder why they are at war, as the people of Ukraine repel the invader, and the leader of the invaders his inner ego runs a gauntlet of death and destruction in his mind. Such actions held by one man surrounded by weak humans who allow evil will recoil at them at great cost. Meanwhile, a former comedian and dancer of such bravery stand Spartan-like with his nation against the invaders. I live in hope of peace for the people of Ukraine, Slava Ukraini.

By Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this

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