She briefly sobs.
As she describes.
How her house burned down.
With all her possessions.
“They bombed so much.”
She says of the advancing.
‘Orcs’ army.
“It’s like the last judgement!”
At a shelter in Pavlohrad.
About 100km.
West of the slowly.
Shifting front line.
Evacuees are constantly.
Arriving from villages.
And towns.
Overtaken by the war.
An 83-year-old.
From Sukhi Yaly.
Near Kurakhove.
Has just arrived.
Near Kurakhove.
– another town.
Slowly being overrun.
By the ‘orcs’ –
In an adjacent auditorium.
Dimly lit and.
Warmed by.
A single bar heater.
Elderly evacuees are.
Being looked after.
By volunteers.
It’s a theatre of misery.
With still.
Exhausted figures.
Sitting or lying.
On camp beds.
Some apparently.
Lost in thought.
Some apparently.
Lost in thought.
She briefly sobs.
As she describes.
How her house burned down.
With all her possessions.
“They bombed so much.”
She says of the advancing.
‘Orcs’ army.
“It’s like the last judgement!”
At a shelter in Pavlohrad.
About 100km.
West of the slowly.
Shifting front line.
Evacuees are constantly.
Arriving from villages.
And towns.
Overtaken by the war.
Could Ukraine still win?
“God only knows.”
She sighs.
“My heart aches.”
“From what I hear.
We were bombed so much.
And so many people.
Died there.”
*Because I read “Ukraine’s double challenge: Russia’s advance and the return of Trump” by Paul Adams on 21 Nov 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 Kateryna.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Ukraine’s double challenge: Russia’s advance and the return of Trump
