From Ukraine, a lament doth rise, where shadows stalk the night.
In tavern dens, 'neath moon's gaze, troops for war they fight.
Recruits gather, against a foe so vast in might,
Russia’s daunting host alarms, in the drawn-out twilight.
In far-off Nippon, votes cast turn the tide anew,
Ishiba at helm doth stand, fearing a coup.
Courage summoned, in the fray, allegiance to construe,
Leadership challenged, twilight beckons, to his task he's true.
In the Middle East, there lies a bane unseen,
A venomous vial, Captagon, 'neath the moon's cold sheen.
Bleeds the coin, fuels the war, where peace has been,
Hezbollah laughs, while the world cries, in a waking dream.
