By Cayleigh Baillargeon
Last night they lit the Zakim yellow and blue for Ukraine I’m sure that made a difference but I wondered how much it cost and why not turn off the lights and donate cash like the people asked. Their internet is out but the likes still roll in Who did we light it for? Biden offered Zelenskyy a ride out he refused because the fight is there he asked for ammunition we offer memes and stan his masculinity we equate it to the size of his balls we lament that our lame dick president could never. There are many ways to help, offering pink pussy to presidents who need N.A.T.O is just one thoughts and prayers are the other. No one in Kiev sees the post, but the vibes stay trending. Maybe that’s what matters. Without irony White witches wave white sage wands and wonder why that big meany Putin thinks he can take Ukrainian land. Imperialism just hits different when the people look like us. Ukrainian civilians are taking up arms to defend Kiev against the occupiers, a man tells a reporter the guns make them less afraid; white Americans watching at home nod knowingly and grease their guns the television stays on. Footage of air raids spliced with Applebee’s commercials “a little bit of chicken fried Cold War on a Friday night” until the love of liberty is too strong for anyone to stand. If white people can get bombed in Europe, they can take away our dollar margaritas here! And inoculate your first grader against viruses! And say the word GAY! They’ve already raised gas prices, will they TEACH THE CHILDREN ABOUT CHATTEL SLAVERY For Christ’s sake! Does anyone care about the blue-eyed children anymore? Ukrainians have Instagram accounts!!! They have followers, THEY HAVE VALUE. A straight-faced Prince William tells the room how “very alien” it is to see war in Europe his family believes the best bloodshed is in Asia and Africa and who are we to question the authorities, the bloodline responsible for so much bloodshed. Tomorrow, I will buy all the sunflower seeds at Walmart to start a garden no Ukrainian will ever see to show my solidarity when the ground unfreezes. I bet the likes will roll in. At the train stations in Kiev, police officers and citizen volunteers link arms, work together without complaint to keep the order to keep Africans off the trains to keep Africans trapped in a country that would have loved to see them leave at any other time evacuating white children, white women, and white men first the way white Jesus would have wanted. White Americans nod knowingly some refugees are better than others only some people deserve freedom. A six-year-old boy born in civilized Europe is killed in a clash and it is extra sad because he had blonde hair and his parents know English. Had he been born in Syria or Iraq or Afghanistan it would have been expected, accepted not an occasion to update my Facebook frame or offer thoughts and prayers. His family will never see this poem but it feels proactive. The likes roll in like tanks in Kiev and I know I’ve done my part to help.