[LINK] O/t: Henry Lawson Colonial Poet

[Antony Barry]

On Sun, Mar 2, 2025 at 1:04 AM Stephen Loosley <stephenloosley at zoho.com>
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Apologies for this I asked Chat-GPT to write a poem in the style of Lawson
about the Trump-Zelenskyy meeting in the oval office -

The Meeting in the Oval Room
(In the Style of Henry Lawson)

The Yanks they sat in Washington, beneath the grand White Dome,
Where power shifts like desert sands and egos make their home.
The cameras clicked, the voices hummed, the world stood still to see,
As Trump sat grand, with outstretched hand, beside Zelenskyy.

A man from lands where winters bite and war drums never cease,
He came to seek the iron might that might restore some peace.
His suit was neat, his shoulders squared, his gaze was sharp and keen,
Yet in his eyes, a shadow lay—of things he’d heard and seen.

And Trump, he leaned back in his chair, his grin both wide and sly,
He waved his hand, dismissed the past, and loosed a heavy sigh.
“You’re doing great,” he told the man, “a leader strong and bold!
Now tell me more—perhaps, my friend, of Biden’s deeds of old?”

The air grew thick, the moment paused, the cameras caught the stare—
Of one who saw diplomacy and one who played it bare.
Zelenskyy’s smile was tight and thin, his words were clear yet few,
For in his heart he weighed the cost of deals with men untrue.

The meeting ended, hands were clasped, the world was left to guess—
Had honour stood, or had it bowed to whispers in the press?
And back beyond the Dnieper’s bend, where cannon echoes roared,
The people watched, the people hoped—and prayed they weren’t ignored.

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