POETRY.


THE UKRAINIAN'S LAMENT



We are at the mercy of a man who knows no mercy

We are at the mercy of a man whose hubris knows no bound

A man who wants to stand on top

The bodies of innocents strewn around him on the ground.


A man whose greed and lust for power have no limit

A man who wants his empire back

A man prepared to rain fire and destruction on the world

The innocents cry and bleed as our cities he continues to sack.


We ask the world for a no-fly zone

Yet we may as well be asking the birds

The man’s bombs and missiles destroy our life

As the rest of the world attack this man with stern words.


And yet we will never surrender

When the bullets run out, we will fight with stones

Please remember what you saw here

While you all watched us on your phones.


by Neale Lucas

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POETRY.

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POETRY.