
“Why does ‘the One’?
Want more land?
Doesn’t he have enough?
He has killed so many people.”
From a mattress.
On the floor of.
An evacuation van.
A 80-year-old has no sympathy.
For the advancing.
‘Orcs’ forces.
“Damn this war!
I’m going to die,” she wails.
“Why does ‘the One’?
Want more land?
Doesn’t he have enough?
He has killed so many people.”
She can’t walk.
She used to drag herself.
Around her house.
Relying on the help of neighbours.
Just a handful of them.
Have stayed back.
But under the constant.
Threat of bombardment.
She has decided to leave.
Even though.
She doesn’t know.
Where she will go.
“Why does ‘the One’?
Want more land?
Doesn’t he have enough?
He has killed so many people.”
*Because I read “Fighting Russia – and low morale – on Ukraine’s ‘most dangerous front line’” by Yogita Limaye on 14 Oct 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 as a story of Nadiia.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Ukraine’s fierce battle to defend the eastern city of Potrovsk (bbc.com)
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