2.12. Too little too late

from the middle of twenty-two the promises took flight. the west sent aid and weapons to back the freedom fight. Leopards and Abrams rolling, Russian soldiers pay the price. but capped by range restrictions the aid would not suffice. generals spoke of valor, of aid in righteous tone. yet on the front they’re waiting, the battle fought alone. the tanks are strong and ready but kept within their range Russian troops kept coming. it was time for a change. three hundred kilometers, the line they dared not cross. fearing escalation, they balanced gain and loss. pilots in training, but jets far from provided. time has ticked on, the war has not subsided. the USA ‘s now saying: 'we allow you wider range but we’re fed up with giving dollars, it’s time for a change'. the world looks on in silence. with anxious eyes they stare. how long can hope keep burning when promises hang bare? three hundred kilometers, the line can now be crossed. does Ukraine have the stamina to have their coins be tossed once again go full in and fight another year? too little too late, the complaints now fill the air!