Teachers and parents.
Tried to keep.
A sense of.
Normality.
With music playing.
While smiling students.
Were welcomed by.
A sea of flowers.
‘Mordor’ has fired.
A barrage of missiles.
At ‘elves’ capital, Kyiv.
Hours before.
Thousands of children.
Returned to school.
For the first day.
Of the academic year.
Teachers and parents.
Tried to keep.
A sense of.
Normality.
With music playing.
While smiling students.
Were welcomed by.
A sea of flowers.
One parent, who hid.
With her daughter at home.
During the missile attack.
Before taking her to school.
Said they were showing.
Once more “that.
This nation is invincible”.
“Children are smiling.”
“Children are smiling.
But you can see the strain.
On the faces of their teachers.
Who carry this burden.”
“I’m so thankful to them.
For all they did.
To make it a real holiday.
For the kids.”
Teachers and parents.
Tried to keep.
A sense of.
Normality.
With music playing.
While smiling students.
Were welcomed by.
A sea of flowers.
‘Mordor’ has fired.
A barrage of missiles.
At ‘elves’ capital, Kyiv.
Hours before.
Thousands of children.
Returned to school.
For the first day.
Of the academic year.
Teachers and parents.
Tried to keep.
A sense of.
Normality.
With music playing.
While smiling students.
Were welcomed by.
A sea of flowers.
*Because I read “Russian missiles target Kyiv on first day of school year” by Hafsa Khalil & Zhanna Bezpiatchuk on 2 Sep 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:
Ukraine war: Russian missiles target Kyiv on first day of school (bbc.com)
