Poem

Ukraine March 7th 2022

     

Once upon our TV screens

War unfolds as if in scenes
From some technicolour dream
Though bombs aren’t always as they seem...
“There are no threats to the civilian population”.

“Just one toy Oleksander!” we said.
He took his old teddy from under his bed.
We piled in the car and headed west,
As options went, it appeared the best...
“There are no threats to the civilian population”.

Fires, no water and bodies in the street,
Old Baba Shevchuk under a sheet.
War planes cleave our darkening skies
Targeting the murderer’s lies...
“There are no threats to the civilian population”.

Top picture  ©Diego Herrera Carcedo/AP

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