WAKA is 'the music of the Primes'.

Residents of Vovchansk.

And nearby villages.

Are being bussed.

To safety.

 

A local policeman.

Was picking up residents.

Who wanted to flee.

To safety.

 

 

Most of those.

Who’ve stayed behind.

In Vovchansk are.

The elderly and the poor.

 

But a 65-year-old.

Has had enough.

He made the sign of the cross.

Leaving the home.

 

He made the sign of the cross.

Leaving the home.

He’d grown up in.

He tenderly touched the ground.

 

He tenderly touched the ground.

Picked up two bags.

And climbed into.

The police car.

 

He wanted to.

Go to Germany.

But had no idea of.

How he’d get there.

 

He made the sign of the cross.

Leaving the home.

He’d grown up in.

He tenderly touched the ground.

 

He tenderly touched the ground.

Picked up two bags.

And climbed into.

The police car.

 

Most of those.

Who’ve stayed behind.

In Vovchansk are.

The elderly and the poor.

 

But a 65-year-old.

Has had enough.

He made the sign of the cross.

Leaving the home.

 

 

The policeman was driving fast.

To avoid the ‘orcs’ drones.

Flying overhead and.

The constant barrage of artillery.

 

The policeman says.

“It’s easier to leave now.

Before they get.

Killed or injured”.

 

 

*Because I read “The Russians simply walked in, Ukrainian troops in Kharkiv tell BBC” by Jonathan Beale on 13 May 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, including a story of Oleksandr.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:

Russians simply walked in, Ukraine troops in Kharkiv tell BBC