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
The psychological terror.
Of the FPV.
Is no longer just a problem.
On the front line.
It has reached beyond.
Even the areas.
Behind the front lines.
Behind the front lines.
Here she checked herself
in some alarm,
at hearing something
that sounded to her
‘Mordor’ has begun using.
FPVs to drop.
Munitions on civilians.
In ‘elves’ cities nearby.
Among the worst hit.
Is Kherson.
A southern city.
Occupied for a time.
By ‘orcs’ forces.
And still comfortably.
Within drone range.
Within drone range.
like the puffing of
a large steam-engine
in the wood near them,
though she feared
According to the regional.
Military administration.
At least 84 civilians.
Have been killed.
In the Kherson region.
As a result of.
‘Orcs’ drone attacks.
So far this year.
Residents say.
The tiny FPVs.
The tiny FPVs.
Are a daily terror.
it was more likely
to be a wild beast.
‘Are there any lions or tigers
about here?’ she asked timidly.
“There is no such thing.
As a safe place anymore.”
Said a 23-year-old border guard.
Who lives in Kherson city.
“You always have to.
Be alert, focused.
And because of that.
The body is constantly.”
“The body is constantly.
Under stress.”
He is among.
The many civilians.
Wounded in drone attacks.
In Kherson.
Wounded in drone attacks.
In Kherson.
‘It’s only the Red King
snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
‘Come and look at him!’
the brothers cried,
He was waiting.
At a bus stop.
In September.
When he heard.
The familiar sound of.
An ‘orcs’ drone overhead.
“We thought it would.
Follow the bus.”
“Because they had been.
Hunting civilian buses.”
“Because they had been.
Hunting civilian buses.”
Here she checked herself
in some alarm,
at hearing something
that sounded to her
Instead, the drone.
Simply dropped.
Its munition.
On the bus stop.
Sending shrapnel.
Into his head.
Into his face.
And into his leg.
like the puffing of
a large steam-engine
in the wood near them,
though she feared
Video of the incident.
Filmed by a bystander.
Captured the buzz.
Of the drone.
Followed by his screams.
As he bled onto the pavement.
He now heard.
The drones “constantly”.
it was more likely
to be a wild beast.
‘Are there any lions or tigers
about here?’ she asked timidly.
He said, whether they were.
There or not.
He now heard.
The drones “constantly”.
“It hits your mental and.
Psychological health hard.
Even when you leave for.
Mykolaiv or another city.”
“You are constantly.
Trying to listen.”
“You are constantly.
Trying to listen.”
‘It’s only the Red King
snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
‘Come and look at him!’
the brothers cried,
For civilians like him.
The drones have transformed.
The ordinary sounds.
Of a populated area.
The ordinary sounds.
– cars, motorcycles.
Generators, lawnmowers.
Air conditioners –
Into a psychological gauntlet.
For civilians.
To run every day.
Even as they contend with.
The real danger of.
The drones themselves.
The real danger of.
The drones themselves.
it was more likely
to be a wild beast.
‘Are there any lions or tigers
about here?’ she asked timidly.
‘It’s only the Red King
snoring,’ said Tweedledee.
‘Come and look at him!’
the brothers cried,
*Because I read “They escaped Ukraine’s front lines. The sound of drones followed them” by Joel Gunter on 2 Aug 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, including a story of Dmytro, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
They escaped Ukraine’s front lines. The sound of drones followed them
