You heard the screams.
From far away.
They came floating.
Across the rows of the dead.
Across the rows of the dead.
Over other graves.
Still waiting.
To be filled.
You heard the screams.
From far away.
They came floating.
Over the rows of flags.
Over the rows of flags.
To commemorate the fallen.
That flapped.
In the icy wind.
The military cemetery.
Of the Field of Mars in Lviv.
Is usually a place of.
Whispered prayers and stifled sobs.
But on this winter morning.
The sound was a full-throated rage.
But on this winter morning.
The sound was a full-throated rage.
He was about 100 yards away.
A middle-aged man.
In military camouflage.
Walking between the lines of graves.
He stopped.
And raised his hands to the sky.
And shouted out:
“Death to the enemy.”
He walked on.
And after a few steps.
Began to scream again.
No words.
Just an agonised howl.
That gradually faded.
As he moved away.
No words.
Nearby, a mother and daughter.
Were settling flowers around.
The grave of a young man.
A son, a brother.
They had heard.
The commotion.
But continued with.
Their work as if.
Nearby, a mother and daughter.
Were settling flowers around.
The grave of a young man.
A son, a brother.
As if, two years and.
Thousands of deaths into the war.
It was all part of.
The normal order of things.
The military cemetery.
Of the Field of Mars in Lviv.
Is usually a place of.
Whispered prayers and stifled sobs.
But on this winter morning.
The sound was a full-throated rage.
But on this winter morning.
The sound was a full-throated rage.
*Because I read “War-weary Ukrainians endure as Russia’s invasion drags on” by Fergal Keane on 14 Feb 2024, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
War-weary Ukrainians endure as Russia’s invasion drags on – BBC News
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