A POET PRAYING

I can only pray all the time.

I can only pray all the time.

My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.

I cannot sleep.

 

I can only pray all the time.

I can only pray all the time.

My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.

I cannot work.

 

I can only pray all the time.

I can only pray all the time.

My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.

I cannot eat.

 

I can only pray all the time.

I can only pray all the time.

My son and his team are in Bakhmut now.

Please, please protect my son at the front.

 

 

*Because my friend wrote me that her son and his team are in Bakhmut now and,
“I’m very-very worried about him!!! And I can’t sleep and I can’t work and I can’t eat… I can only pray all the time… My dear, please ask Bishamonten to protect my son at the front!!”
So, I wrote this poem for her, dear my friend.