War in Ukrain

Friends, citizens, countrymen  (*)

Lend me your ears
I come to bury Ukraine and praise it
the evil that men do lives after
the good is oft interred with their bones
so let it be with Ukraine.
The noble Poetin had told you
Ukraine was ambitious
if it were so, it was a grievous fault
and grievously had Poetin answer’d it
here, under leave of Boetskaj and the rest,
for Poetin is an honourable man –
so are they all, all honourable men –
come I speak in Ukraines funeral.
When Boetskaj cried, the world had wept
ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Poetin said they were ambitious.
O judgment you are fled to beasts
and men have lost their reason. Bear with me
my heart is in the coffin there with Ukraine
and I must pause till it comes back to me.

(*) indebted to William Shakespeare