Ukraine (The Battle for Kyiv and for Democracy)

Shoreditchpoet
1 min readFeb 27, 2022

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,

No thanks!”

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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