
The drones are.
Also a threat.
To the remaining citizens.
Of Pokrovsk.
“We constantly hear.
Them buzzing.
– they stop and look.
Inside the windows.”
Says a woman, 50.
One of the remaining.
War-weary residents.
But even she has now agreed.
To be evacuated.
From her home.
On the particularly dangerous.
Eastern edge of the city.
The drones are.
Also a threat.
To the remaining citizens.
Of Pokrovsk.
“We constantly hear.
Them buzzing.
– they stop and look.
Inside the windows.”
She is surprised by.
How fast the front line.
Has moved west.
Towards Pokrovsk.
“It all happened so quickly.
Who knows what will.
Happen here next.
I’m losing my nerve.”
The drones are.
Also a threat.
To the remaining citizens.
Of Pokrovsk.
“We constantly hear.
Them buzzing.
– they stop and look.
Inside the windows.”
“I have panic attacks.
I’m afraid of the nights.”
She says she has.
Barely any money.
And will have to start her life.
From scratch somewhere else.
But it is too scary.
To stay here now.
The drones are.
Also a threat.
To the remaining citizens.
Of Pokrovsk.
“We constantly hear.
Them buzzing.
– they stop and look.
Inside the windows.”
“I want the war to end.
There should be negotiations.
There is nothing left.
In the lands.”
“Taken by ‘Mordor’ anyway.
Everything is destroyed.
And all the people.
Have fled.”
The drones are.
Also a threat.
To the remaining citizens.
Of Pokrovsk.
“We constantly hear.
Them buzzing.
– they stop and look.
Inside the windows.”
*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 Viktoriia.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Ukraine’s fierce battle to defend the eastern city of Potrovsk (bbc.com)
**My friend kindly shows you this poem in one page of the Ukrainian website for their children and others!
Please join them! You can read my 6 poems about Pokrovsk here at once.