When you are the mighty pitched against the weak, you have to be careful how you win. A massive win by you might be the very loss you detest. You are left fuming at your victory parade, alarmed that no one is applauding. You wonder why the shouts of your victory are drowned by the cries of your atrocities. You wonder why your huge victory pales into insignificance when compared to the feeble but determined resistance of the weak. You ask why yours is might and his is right. You ask again why yours was an ignominious victory and his was an honourable defeat. You are left wondering why the weak, battered and shattered, limps to the wild applause of your friends and foes. You watch with disdain your defeated opponent smile in pain as he takes a lap of honour. You suspect foul play as the ‘loser’ revels in your lack of discretion and of a clear endgame. Silently, you regret your thoughtless action. But you are too much of an arrogant dog to apologize and change course. Your dog, destined to be lost, is deaf to the sound of the hunter’s whistle. You are discredited and stripped of your last ounce of honour.
You are Russia, he is Ukraine. And you have just suffered a heavy defeat in victory.
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Please pray for peace in Ukraine.
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