She was born in an underground station,
Inhaling Kyiv air,
Tainted with concrete, oil and Destruction,
She was born in a free Ukraine.
I watched an old man standing
In front of a Russian tank.
“Why are you here?”, he yells at the driver.
“Go back to Russia! It’s not us who need liberation, it’s you!
Goodbye and good riddance,
Sirens whine, journalists clutch their phones,
Children cuddle their toys,
Ukrainians grab their guns.
“We will not live under a puppet regime,” they say,
“Or under gangsters, like Assad and Lukashenko,
Sycophants of Putin, who
Sell their children’s freedom
And dishonour their ancestors’ souls.”
Another night of torment
Where fires light up the sky,
The candle on my altar
Shivers as I sigh.
Some say: “Prayer is the least
And the most you can do for anyone,”
Perhaps they’re right…
“I’ll live in a free Ukraine,” said Zelenskyy,
“Or in a free Ukraine I’ll die.”
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