The darkest hours
will unravel the light.
will be late coming.
In Mariupol, the smoke
The land is ravaged.
In the steel factory
the girl has sheltered
All she wants is to
see the sun.
This poem really moves me. I am thinking of Mariupol and the people trapped in that basement. No hope of humanitarian corridors with Russia. Unbelievable, the way they behave.ReplyDelete
It is so sad what is happening in the world.ReplyDelete
Deeply Felt 🙏🏽ReplyDelete
Yep, very very tough in Mariupol, more than very. There is a sliver of hope some will be able to get out but the Russians want them in camps in Russia. Of course that is not where people want to go...Odesa will be next with this we think....(where I am) very good verse, brings it home....ReplyDelete
I hope that you are safe. The war is heartbreaking.Delete
This is all the more powerful for being simply and clearly written, stripped of the clutter of politics and media buzzwords. A sad truth from which we should not avert our eyes.ReplyDelete
It's unimaginable what is going on.Delete
Indeed... and I fear that when we learn what has really happened in Mariupol... we will see what the war really is. I fear that children will be stolen and adopted and turned into obedient Russian Patriots.ReplyDelete
I am so depressed over the war. I pray that it ends.Delete
This is a very heartfelt moving poem! So sad that children become collateral damage of war!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Dwight.Delete
I am hopeful for those sunny and bright days for everyone in Ukraine.ReplyDelete
So moving and so frustrating! When will we learn.ReplyDelete
History repeats itself.Delete