Things Don't Change Much

I listen to Chopin who fled from war-torn Poland,
now missiles overhead, people fleeing from Ukraine;
refugees everywhere with a one-way ticket to Rwanda,
is there a solution, only time will tell or Priti Patel.

We have offered to rebuild - who will be the winner?
If it's Russia, they will just leave a devastated wasreland;
once there was a plague, now we have a pandemic,
once sars, zika, ebola all suddenly became endemic.

Leaders suffer misfortunes - Lord Nelson with an eye,
King Harold with an eye, maybe Boris - maybe goodbye;
beware of people offering apples - remember Eve,
things we now have to endure - like Adam and Steve.

Just wish I was a small boy again - playing marbles,
oblivious in the summer sun to all the trouble we'd begun.