It's strange how the whole world is reacting to this escalation. It's comparable, if not worse, than the Cuban missiles crisis, and yet some politicians and mainstream journalist are acting as if they waited for this their whole life, while ordinary people, who are able to sense seriousness of this situation are left with nothing to say. It reminds me of a song of Czech folk musician - Jaromir Nohavica - who a few years ago
received an award from Putin.
I know it's not the best thread for songs and lyrics but here is my rough translation of it so that you can understand what I mean.
You want, my dear, to come only tomorrow
But tomorrow may be too late
I'm just a collection of bones and protein groups
And loaded rockets measure straight in my weaknesses
And also in my head
Please better come today to wait with me for tomorrow
And let's share ourselves together
Before an extraterrestrial journalist arrives
And starts counting the casualties and drops of blood like the fruits of a rowan tree
And writes a news about it
And then on the first page of the Cosmic Courier
There will be reports about the Earth dying
Generals’ cords, ambassadors’ tailcoats
Exclusive photos of flaring up missiles
With different emblems
Yeah, that'll be a great news
Earth levelled with an earth
And a bonus map included
I was thrown into this life without my consent
And without my consent I'll be kicked out of it
So please do me the last small favour
And don't say it to my face that you do it according to my will
And that all this is also my wish
The world is a slurry beetle who rolls its ball
Like in hypnosis
And beautifully turns round to the circle, and around the axis
Until dizziness cause it digs a hole in the ground
So that it could survive this bombarding
And then on the first page of the Cosmic Courier
There will be reports about the Earth dying
Generals’ cords, ambassadors’ tailcoats
Exclusive photos of flaring up missiles
With different emblems
Yeah, that'll be a great news
Earth levelled with an earth
And a bonus map included
You want, my dear, to come only tomorrow
But tomorrow may be too late
Nobody listens to us so let's listen to ourselves
How our hearts beat, one more time, one more bit
Ah, here on this Earth.
So please better come today to wait with me for tomorrow
And let's share ourselves together
I know I won't be afraid when I lay next to you
They'll maybe find us laying like that in a million years, these guests from cosmos
And cover us with stones
And then on the first page of the Cosmic Courier
There will be reports about the Earth dying
Generals’ cords, ambassadors’ tailcoats
Exclusive photos of flaring up missiles
With different emblems
Yeah, that'll be a great news
Earth levelled with an earth
And a bonus map included
Countless graves of stones
They're all covered in silence
And billions of Romeo's
And billions of Juliet's