I accidentally deleted this off the site, so I'm reposting it. I wrote it out of despair at what is happening; and to put it bluntly, anything else now seems trivial. At least where I am there is a massive effort to get supplies packed and shipped
Slava Ukraini!
How can I write a poem
about the murder of a nation,
it’s history, life, and culture,
when all I can do is watch,
grieving for brave Ukraine.
An ageing man’s conceit,
to inflict this dreadful war,
that must end in his own defeat.
While I cannot share your pain,
my heart shall ever be true to you;
that by your bravery the world
shall see you come through.
© D G Moody 2022
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2022-03-03 at 16:53
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