According to ‘elves’ authorities.
Nearly 16,000 ‘elves’ civilians.
Are still in captivity.
In ‘orcs’ prisons.
After being abducted.
By the invading army.
– not counting.
The more than 20,000.
The more than 20,000.
‘Elves’ children.
Estimated to have been.
Taken to ‘Mordor’.
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
The chessmen were walking about.
Two and two!
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
One thing was certain, that.
The white kitten had nothing to do with it.
There are growing fears now.
Among their many thousands.
Of loved ones.
Amid the apparent progress.
Towards peace talks.
Towards peace talks.
That they could be.
Forgotten or lost.
Forgotten or lost.
In the process.
And those fears.
Appear to be justified.
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
The chessmen were walking about.
Two and two!
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
White Pawn to play.
And win in eleven moves.
Under the Geneva Convention.
There is a recognised mechanism.
For exchanging prisoners of war.
But no such mechanism exists.
For the return of.
Captured civilians.
Leaving even top ‘elves’.
And international officials.
Searching for an explanation.
As to how they might.
Be brought home.
Be brought home.
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
The chessmen were walking about.
Two and two!
‘If that there King was to wake,’
added Tweedledum,
‘you’d go out – bang! –
just like a candle!’
“When I attend official meetings.
At the ombudsman’s office.
Or elsewhere.
No one talks about.”
“Getting the civilians back.
In the event of a ceasefire.”
Said a woman, 23.
Whose father was kidnapped.
Whose father was kidnapped.
Early on in the war.
From a village.
Just west of Kyiv.
‘I shouldn’t!’
Alice exclaimed indignantly.
‘Besides, if I’m only
a sort of thing
in his dream,
what are you,
I should like to know?’
‘Ditto,’ said Tweedledum.
In the weeks after learning of.
Her father’s captivity.
She used Facebook.
To contact another daughter.
Of an imprisoned ‘elf’.
And the pair launched.
A new organisation to campaign.
For all the civilians’ release.
‘Ditto, ditto!’ cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this
so loud that Alice
couldn’t help saying,
‘Hush! You’ll be
waking him,
I’m afraid,
if you make so much noise.’
The group has met.
Representatives from the UN.
The European Parliament.
The governments of.
Several EU countries.
And the US embassy.
In Ukraine.
“We spoke with them.”
“But it came down to the fact.
That they honestly don’t understand.
What’s going to happen.”
She said, of meeting the Americans.
‘Well, it’s no use your talking
about waking him,’
said Tweedledum,
‘when you’re only
one of the things
in his dream.
You know very well
you’re not real.’
“The only thing they said is.
That the current US President.
Is interested in the issue.
Of deported children.”
“And that maybe civilians could.
Somehow fit into that category.
But they are actually different categories.
That can’t be combined.”
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
The chessmen were walking about.
Two and two!
Through the Looking-Glass.
And what Alice found there.
‘I am real!’ said Alice,
and began to cry.
Worryingly for her.
And other relatives of.
The captured civilians.
The captured civilians.
Top ‘elves’ officials.
Are not pretending.
Are not pretending.
To have a stronger idea.
*Because I read “Families of Ukraine’s missing fear peace will not bring them home” by Joel Gunter on 8 Jun 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 Julia, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Families of Ukraine’s missing fear peace will not bring them home
