This was a puzzler.
After a pause, Alice began,
‘Well! They were both
very unpleasant characters –‘
Here she checked herself
in some alarm,
at hearing something
that sounded to her
like the puffing of
a large steam-engine
in the wood near them,
though she feared
it was more likely
to be a wild beast.
‘Are there any lions or tigers
about here?’ she asked timidly.
One person has been killed.
And 26 others were injured.
After a night of.
Intensive ‘orcs’ strikes.
Intensive ‘orcs’ strikes.
On almost every district.
In Kyiv.
Officials say.
‘The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright –
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
A pall of acrid smoke.
Hung over the ‘elves’ capital.
On Friday morning.
Following hours of nightfall.
Punctuated by the staccato.
Of air defence guns.
Buzz of drones and.
Large explosions.
Ukraine said ‘Mordor’.
Fired a record.
539 drones.
And 11 missiles.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done –
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”
The strikes came.
Hours after a call.
Between the US President.
And ‘the One’.
After which the US President said.
He was “disappointed” that.
‘The One’ was not ready to.
End the war against Ukraine.
‘Mordor’ says.
The war will continue.
For as long as it is necessary.
To reach its objectives.
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead –
There were no birds to fly.
‘Orcs’ overnight air strikes.
Broke another record.
‘Elves’ air force said.
With 72 of the 539 drones.
Penetrating air defences.
– up from a previous record.
Of 537 launched.
Last Saturday night.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”
Air raid alerts sounded.
For more than eight hours.
As several waves of.
Attacks struck Kyiv.
Attacks struck Kyiv.
The “main target.
Of the strikes”.
The air force said.
‘If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
‘I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
Footage shared on.
Social media by.
‘Elves’ state emergency service.
Showed firefighters.
Showed firefighters.
Battling to extinguish.
Fires in Kyiv.
After ‘orcs’ overnight attack.
“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ condemned.
The strikes as one of.
The most “demonstratively.
Significant and cynical” attacks.
The most “demonstratively.
Significant and cynical” attacks.
Of the war, describing.
A “harsh, sleepless night”.
The eldest Oyster looked at him.
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head –
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
Noting that it came.
Directly after ‘the One’’s call.
With the US President.
‘Gandalf the Green’ added.
In a post on Telegram:
“‘Mordor’ once again demonstrates.
That it does not intend.
To end the war”.
He called on international allies.
– particularly the US –
to increase pressure on ‘Mordor’.
And impose greater sanctions.
But four young oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat –
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
Later on Friday.
‘Gandalf the Green’ and.
The US President held.
A phone call.
Regarding the supply.
Of US weapons.
Which ‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
Which ‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
Was a “very important.
And fruitful conversation”.
It came after.
Washington decided to halt.
Some shipments of.
Critical weapons.
To Ukraine, including.
Those used for air defences.
Four other oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more –
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
“We spoke about opportunities.
In air defence.
And agreed that.
We will work together.”
“We will work together.
To strengthen protection.
Of our skies.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ said.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
Kyiv has warned that.
The move to pause.
Some shipments would impede.
Its ability.
To defend Ukraine.
Against escalating airstrikes.
And ‘orcs’ advances.
On the frontlines.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes – and ships – and sealing-wax –
Of cabbages – and kings –
And why the sea is boiling hot –
And whether pigs have wings.”
According to ‘elves’ authorities.
The overnight strikes.
Damaged railway infrastructure.
Damaged railway infrastructure.
While schools.
Buildings and cars.
Were set ablaze.
Across Kyiv.
Poland’s Foreign Minister said.
The Polish consulate.
The Polish consulate.
Had also been damaged.
“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
The ‘orcs’ strikes also hit.
The regions of Sumy.
Kharkiv, Dnipropetrovsk.
And Chernihiv.
Rescuers also found.
A dead body while.
Going through the rubble.
In the Svyatoshynsky district.
‘Orcs’ defence ministry said.
The “massive strike” had been launched.
In response to the “terrorist acts.
Of the Kyiv regime”.
“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed –
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”
Friday’s attacks were.
The latest in a string of.
Major ‘orcs’ air strikes.
On Ukraine.
That have intensified.
In recent weeks.
As ceasefire talks.
Have largely stalled.
‘But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
“Do you admire the view?”
Following his conversation.
With ‘the One’.
On Thursday.
The US President said that.
“No progress”.
“No progress”.
To end the fighting.
Had been made.
“I’m very disappointed.
With the conversation.
I had today.
With ‘the One’.”
“Because I don’t think.
He’s there.
And I’m very disappointed.”
The US President said.
“I’m just saying.
I don’t think.
He’s looking to stop.
And that’s too bad.”
“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf –
I’ve had to ask you twice!”
The Kremlin reiterated that.
It would continue.
To seek to remove.
To seek to remove.
“The root causes.
Of the war.
In Ukraine”.
“The root causes.”
‘The One’ has sought.
To return Ukraine.
To ‘Mordor’’s sphere.
Of influence.
And said last week that.
“The whole of Ukraine.
Is ours”.
Is ours”.
“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”
Responding to.
The US President’s comments.
On Friday.
‘The One’’s spokesman said.
That as long as it was.
Not possible to secure.
‘Mordor’’s aims through.
Political-diplomatic means.
“We are continuing.
Our Special Military Operation”
– ‘orcs’ preferred name.
For the invasion.
“I weep for you,” the Walrus said,
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
Previously, the US President.
Has said that the US is.
“Giving weapons”.
To Ukraine.
“Giving weapons”.
To Ukraine.
And hasn’t completely.
Paused the flow of munitions.
He blamed the former President.
For “emptying out.
Our whole country.
Giving them weapons.”
“And we have to make sure.
That we have enough.
For ourselves”.
For ourselves”.
“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter.
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?”
But answer came there none –
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.’
On Friday.
The Nato Secretary-General said.
That while he understands.
Washington’s needs.
To maintain its own.
Weapon stockpiles.
He hopes.
He hopes.
“For a level of flexibility”.
To make sure.
Ukraine also has.
What it needs.
Meanwhile, a German.
Government spokesperson said.
They were currently.
In talks with the US.
To buy Patriot.
Air defence systems.
To give to Ukraine.
To give to Ukraine.
‘That was mean!’
Alice said indignantly.
‘Then I like the Carpenter best
– if he didn’t eat
so many as the Walrus.’
‘But he ate as many as
he could get,’
said Tweedledum.
This was a puzzler.
After a pause, Alice began,
‘Well! They were both
very unpleasant characters –‘
Here she checked herself
in some alarm,
at hearing something
that sounded to her
*Because I read “Kyiv hit by barrage of drone strikes as Putin rejects Trump’s truce bid” by Paul Adams & Jessica Rawnsley on 5 Jul 2025, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Kyiv hit by barrage of drone strikes as Putin spurns Trump’s truce bid
