Zelensky’s Scheme — When Poetry Becomes Propaganda
A poetic protest against the sanctification of war
They call him a dreamer. A poet. A hero.
But dreams that drip with blood are not dreams — they are delusions.
And Zelensky’s Scheme, my poem for today, is not an attack. It is a reckoning. A refusal to let poetry be used as a perfume for death.
In a world that glamorizes war and repackages grief as a branding campaign, the modern leader is no longer a servant — he is a performer. His weapons are not only drones and tanks, but verses — stolen from poets who should know better.
“They say he dreams on beds of bloom,
While cities sleep beneath a tomb…”
They call this “resistance.”
I call it stagecraft.
This poem was not written in hate. It was written in sorrow. It’s not about politics. It’s about poetry — and the danger of letting metaphor cover corpses.
✒️ Why I Wrote This
Because poets are dying in silence while pretenders are praised for writing captions.
Because the world now confuses being emotional with being poetic, and performance with truth.
Because a poet cannot stay silent when war is rebranded as courage,
when death is spun into lyrical spin,
and when children bleed while grown men sell them dreams.
“No ‘butterflies’ — just iron birds
That drop their fire without words.”
Let This Be Understood
This is not about sides.
It is about the sanctity of the poetic voice.
If we poets become the new priests of war, chanting beauty over rubble, who then will speak for the dead?
I refuse to be another voice in the choir of curated emotion.
I refuse to turn bombs into metaphors.
This poem is my refusal.
Read the Poem
️ Zelensky’s Scheme is published now on AlKonda.com and will remain there as part of my protest archive.
You can also read the full literary analysis — here — for those who still believe poetry must mean something.
“But heroes don’t send youth to die
To wave a flag and sell a lie.”
Speak or Stay Silent
Whether you agree or not, read it as a poem.
Not a tweet. Not a post. Not a viral trend.
A poem.
And remember:
Real poets don’t dream in blood.
Al Konda
The Mythical Poet
️ www.poeticalvibe.com