I heard you have been starved
I'm told you are too weak to cry
Your face too dry to smile
Your feet too feeble to flee
I saw your home bombarded
Thick smokes eclipse your blue skies
I'm sure your sun is unwilling to shine
Even your moon ashamed to glitter
You took a cue from Babylon
And Kalmius now chorus her sad tales
Wailing to Azov's feet
Not a single grain found on her fertile soil
O my sweet Mariupol
Hold on one more day if you can
I'm coming dressed in legions
Succour and doves are with me
To set you free from captivity
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Wonderful
What a great tribute to a sad happening. Hopefully those who are affected will see this and feel a sense of hope. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks Tracey. Hopefully they
Thanks Tracey. Hopefully they and those that matter will see this. Peace is essential. I appreciate your feedback.
A vert good poem
of the current war raging in Ukraine. Regrettably if they are waiting for biden to help they will have a very long wait because he has been bought off by the russians
Hmm. What nerve! Biden got no
Hmm. What nerve! Biden got no conscience if actually he's been bought over by Putin. And I wonder why the world looks on and the destruction lingers and human lives wasted.
You have created...
a great poem! You have told the story, with a good deal of wisdom and super lines! Very nice! ~ Geezer.
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Thank you Geezer for your
Thank you Geezer for your time and kind appreciation of the poem.
Let's not get...
into any political fights here! If you want to debate who is to fault, we can duke it out on FB! ~ Geez.
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