“People should know the truth.
About these horrors.
So that it will never happen again.”
She had been desperate to find her son.
This summer she visited.
A mass burial site.
At Vynohradne near Mariupol.
Looking for him.
She lost her son in the fighting.
She doesn’t know what happened to.
The 26-year-old, who loved cars.
And dreamed of owning his own business.
But she says she was told that.
He was killed by a sniper.
“If he is not alive.
We want to bury him humanely.”
Many people from the ‘orcs’-controlled city.
Do not want to speak openly.
About mass burials for fear of.
Reprisals by the new authorities.
She took a photograph.
Of the site at Vynohradne.
“We counted over 800.
Fresh graves at Vynohradne.”
Many graves at the site are marked.
With small placards.
Bearing numbers and gender, but not names.
“Most of the bodies are unidentified.”
Others visited makeshift mortuaries in Mariupol.
To try to find their loved ones this summer.
And had to look through scores of bodies.
Lying outside on the ground unrefrigerated.
“People should know the truth.
About these horrors.
So that it will never happen again.”
She had been desperate to find her son.
*Because I read “The agony of not knowing, as Mariupol mass burial sites grow” by Hilary Andersson on 7 Nov 2022, on the BBC News, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem as a story of Tatyana.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
The agony of not knowing, as Mariupol mass burial sites grow – BBC News
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