What, art mad?
A man may see
how this world goes
with no eyes.
Look with thine ears:
see how yond justice rails
upon yond simple thief.
Hark, in thine ear:
change places;
and, handy-dandy,
which is the justice,
which is the thief?
Due to the fire.
On Pochaina Street.
The Kyiv city commuter train service.
Changed its route.
Consequently, trains were.
Temporarily suspended.
Between ‘Sviatoshyn’.
And ‘Pochaina’ stations.
At around 12:00.
Services resumed.
Services resumed.
In that direction.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
As for the book market.
The director of.
A major publishing house.
Reported that.
Three rockets had struck.
The site and.
The market had been destroyed.
The market had been destroyed.
“The Pochaina Book Market is gone.
Three rockets hit the stalls.
This time.
It’s all over.”
Then poor Cordelia!
And yet no so; since,
I am sure, my love’s
more richer than my tongue.
On the night.
Of 16 August.
‘Orcs’ launched.
A ballistic missile strike.
On Kyiv.
The previous attack.
On the capital took place.
Five days ago.
Kremenchuk and.
Kryvyi Rih were.
Also targeted.
In the missile attack.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
‘Orcs’ air strikes were.
Recorded at 13 locations.
And the debris from downed drones.
Was found at three locations.
Three people were injured.
In Kyiv.
As a result of the attack.
Shortly afterwards.
‘Gandalf the Green’ reported.
That a total of six people.
Had been injured in.
The attack in the capital region.
The shelling caused fires.
And damage.
In the Obolon and.
Holosiivskyi districts.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
What shall Cordelia do?
Love, and be silent.
In particular.
In particular.
A major fire broke out.
In the Obolon district.
At the Book Market.
At the Book Market.
Near the ‘Pochaina’.
Metro station.
Then poor Cordelia!
And yet no so; since,
I am sure, my love’s
more richer than my tongue.
At another location.
The blast wave caused.
Minor damage.
To a building.
Minor damage.
To a building.
Without triggering.
A fire.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
In addition.
A non-residential building.
Was hit at yet.
Another address.
A fire broke out.
A fire broke out.
In a non-residential building.
In the Holosiivskyi district.
Firefighters brought.
The blaze under control.
Firefighters brought.
The blaze under control.
What, art mad?
A man may see
how this world goes
with no eyes.
Look with thine ears:
see how yond justice rails
upon yond simple thief.
Hark, in thine ear:
change places;
and, handy-dandy,
which is the justice,
which is the thief?
*Because I read “Україна знищила 7 з 10 великих логістичних центрів Wildberries за місяць: який від цього ефект? (Ukraine has destroyed 7 out of 10 of Wildberries’ major logistics centres in the space of a month: what impact will this have?)” on 16 Aug 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, including a story of Oleksandr, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news Ukraine:
