Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Ukraine (a poem that keeps growing)

We watch them dying in slow motion.

Defeat seems inevitable,

but they fight on and on --

starving,

having their country destroyed before their eyes,

never giving up.

And, yet,

we cannot really help.

History, spheres of influence, nukes --

chains that bind us.


Their pictures on my screen

Seemingly so close

And yet so far

I reach out my hand

I cannot reach

It's peaceful here

Where I live

But for how long?

When will it be us

Crying, dying?


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He stops their ears 

so they cannot hear. 

He closes their eyes 

so they cannot see.  

He knows that good people

cannot accept what he is doing -- 

but goodness is alien to him.  

He knows only evil, 

corruption, torture, murder, 

and basking in unimaginable wealth.


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Путин лжет. Это война. Россия напала на Украину. Украинцы храбро сражаются с превосходящими силами противника.

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Helpless,

powerless,

watching the brave men fight,

believing they are right,

believing the attackers are wrong,

fearing WWIII.