In May, ‘Mordor’ released.
120 civilian detainees.
As part of a larger swap.
Of prisoners of war.
And further exchanges.
Are expected.
And further exchanges.
Are expected.
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.
But the numbers are still.
Vanishingly small compared to.
The tens of thousands.
Said to have been seized.
– adults and children.
And great uncertainty remains.
Over the path.
Towards a negotiated peace.
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.
“You want to believe.
He is coming home.
At the same time.
You can’t believe it.”
Said a man, 61.
A bus driver.
From Irpin.
Near Kyiv.
Whose son was.
Taken prisoner.
More than three years ago.
“It is extremely difficult.”
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.
He and his wife live in.
Shipping container-style.
Temporary accommodation.
In Irpin.
Because their home was.
Destroyed in the invasion.
Even three years on.
Every time the phone rings.
Even three years on.
Every time the phone rings.
He thinks.
It might be his son.
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.
“It is one thing.
To have a letter.
Saying he is alive.
But to hear his voice…”
“That would be the joy.
That he is really alive.”
“That would be the joy.
That he is really alive.”
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.
The families live like this.
In desperate hope.
The dream is that they get.
To see their loved ones again.
It is not a straightforward dream.
Though – some fear that.
‘Orcs’ captivity will.
Have caused lasting damage.
*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 Petro and Artem, 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
