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.
‘For instance, now,’
‘There’s the King’s Messenger.
‘He’s in prison now.
Being punished;’
‘And the trial doesn’t even.
Begin till Wednesday:
And of course.
The crime comes last of all.’
Someone she knows.
In the occupied part.
Of Kherson region.
Was thrown into.
A punishment cellar.
For talking.
To her brother.
To her brother.
Who had been helping.
The ‘elves’ army.
“I can’t put them.
At risk.”
She told you.
When you asked.
To be put in touch.
With her friend.
‘Living backwards!’
Alice repeated
in great astonishment.
‘I never heard of such a thing!’
‘- but there’s one
great advantage in it,
that one’s memory
works both ways.’
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.
*Because I read “’Russians are even trying to ban our holidays’ – life in occupied Ukraine” by Vitaliy Shevchenko on 13 Apr 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, as a story of Kateryna, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Ukraine war: ‘Russians are even trying to ban our holidays’ – life in occupied territories
