Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
A woman is queuing.
To submit an application.
At the Administrative Services Centre.
And her main concern is.
To get the windows covered.
With plastic film quickly.
So that the cats.
Don’t run away from home.
She also always.
Takes shelter.
But this time she simply.
Didn’t hear the air-raid siren.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
“I was woken by.
A loud explosion.
Windows, doors.
And glass were blown out;”
“Everything was flying about.
I checked to see.
If the stairwell was.
Still intact.”
“As the front door.
Had been completely.
Blown out.
– the neighbours’ too.”
“We ran out.
Into the street.
And saw a huge fire.”
The woman recounts.
Then poor Cordelia!
And yet no so; since,
I am sure, my love’s
more richer than my tongue.
At the scene of an attack.
You can always see.
People reacting.
In different ways.
– some are hyperactive.
From an excess of adrenaline.
Whilst others are.
Silent and frightened.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
*Because I read “”Прокидаюся вся у склі. Але я жива”. Репортаж з-під розтрощених російським ударом будинків у Львові(‘I wake up covered in glass. But I’m alive.’ A report from among the buildings in Lviv that were destroyed by a Russian strike) ” by Natalia Patrikeeva on 30 Jul 2026 on the BBC news Ukraine, 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 Natalia, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news Ukraine:
