I wrote this poem 3 weeks after the invasion:

"To be or not to be we should not ask

this is not what karma presents as task

Intents and purposes karma demands

the results do not matter where the end lands

World powers sit idly wringing their hands

so afraid to dictate line in the sand

New age spiritualists bleed futile tears

handcuffed by empathetic fears

Machiavelli almost had it right

The means justify fight for love and light

All our dates of death the universe has long known

So stop putzing around and live in the proud zone

Look at the citizens of Ukraine

Willing to die for their precious liberty and terrain

We must risk our lives just the same

Lest merely exist and bow our heads in shame"

If you want to read my companion essay that describes my thoughts behind the poem: https://medium.com/my-unpopular-opinion/a-poem-of-right-and-might-77dc839b4876