Alice thought to herself,
‘Then there’s no use in speaking.’
The voices didn’t join in this time,
as she hadn’t spoken,
but, to her great surprise,
they all thought in chorus
(I hope you understand
what thinking in chorus means
– for I must confess that I don’t),
‘Better say nothing at all.
Language is worth
a thousand pounds a word!’
‘I shall dream about
a thousand pounds tonight,
I know I shall!’
thought Alice.
All this time the Guard was looking at her,
first through a telescope,
then through a microscope,
and then through an opera-glass.
At last he said,
‘You’re travelling the wrong way,’
and shut up the window
and went away.
At least 30 people.
Have been injured.
Following an ‘orcs’ drone strike.
On a railway station.
In a post on X.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said that.
Preliminary reports indicated.
Train staff and passengers.
Were at the site.
Of the strike.
In the city of Shostka.
In the Sumy region.
‘Tickets, please!’ said the Guard,
putting his head in at the window.
In a moment
everybody was holding out a ticket:
they were about the same size
as the people,
and quite seemed
to fill the carriage.
Emergency services are.
On the scene and.
Have begun helping people.
He said, adding that.
Information regarding.
The injured was.
Still being established.
Still being established.
‘Now then! Show your ticket, child!’
the Guard went on,
looking angrily at Alice.
And a great many voices all said together
(‘like the chorus of a song,’ thought Alice),
‘Don’t keep him waiting, child!
Why, his time is worth
a thousand pounds a minute!’
He also posted.
A video showing.
A damaged train carriage.
On fire.
“The ‘orcs’ could not.
Have been unaware that.
They were targeting civilians.”
They were targeting civilians.”
“This is terrorism.
Which the world has.
No right to ignore.”
‘Gandalf the Green’ wrote.
“Every day.
‘Mordor’ takes people’s lives.
And only strength can.
Make them stop.”
‘I’m afraid I haven’t got one,’
Alice said in a frightened tone:
‘there wasn’t a ticket-office where I came from.’
And again the chorus of voices went on.
‘There wasn’t room
for one where she came from.
The land there is worth
a thousand pounds an inch!’
According to the regional governor.
And the ‘elves’ Railways body.
There were two strikes.
Which hit two passenger trains.
Three children, aged.
8, 11 and 14.
Were among the injured.
The regional governor said.
‘Don’t make excuses,’ said the Guard:
‘you should have bought one
from the engine-driver.’
And once more
the chorus of voices went on with
‘The man that drives the engine.
Why, the smoke alone is worth
a thousand pounds a puff!’
The second strike hit.
At a time when.
Evacuations from the area.
Were already under way.
A statement from.
The railways body said.
It represented.
A “vile” attack “aimed at.”
“Stopping communication with.
Our frontline communities”.
The statement continued.
Shostka lies.
Shostka lies.
In north-eastern Ukraine.
Some 50km.
From the ‘Mordor’’s border.
Alice thought to herself,
‘Then there’s no use in speaking.’
The voices didn’t join in this time,
as she hadn’t spoken,
but, to her great surprise,
they all thought in chorus
(I hope you understand
what thinking in chorus means
‘Elves’ Railways head said that.
There was “no military purpose”.
To the attack.
Which instead was.
Designed to.
“Sow panic among people”.
Designed to.
“Sow panic among people”.
He also said.
There had been an intensification.
Of ‘orcs’ attacks.
On railway infrastructure.
– for I must confess that I don’t),
‘Better say nothing at all.
Language is worth
a thousand pounds a word!’
‘I shall dream about
a thousand pounds tonight,
I know I shall!’
thought Alice.
‘Gandalf the Green’.
In his post also.
Called for “action”.
From the West, saying:
“We’ve heard resolute statements.
From Europe and America.
– and it’s high time.
To turn them all into reality.”
‘Mordor’ has intensified.
Its aerial assaults.
On Ukraine.
On Ukraine.
In recent weeks.
Regularly launching.
Hundreds of drones.
And dozens of missiles.
All this time the Guard was looking at her,
first through a telescope,
then through a microscope,
and then through an opera-glass.
At last he said,
‘You’re travelling the wrong way,’
and shut up the window
and went away.
Ukraine has long been urging.
Its Western allies to provide it.
With enough advanced.
Air defence weaponry.
To be able to cope with.
Almost daily ‘orcs’ strikes.
To be able to cope with.
Almost daily ‘orcs’ strikes.
Last Sunday.
A massive 12-hour strike.
Involving hundreds of drones.
And nearly 50 missiles.
A massive 12-hour strike.
Left four people dead.
In Kyiv and.
At least 70 injured.
‘So young a child,’
said the gentleman
sitting opposite to her
(he was dressed in white paper),
‘ought to know
which way she’s going,
even if she doesn’t know
her own name!’
The ‘elf’ deputy minister.
Has also argued that.
Strengthening the country’s.
Air defence systems.
Represented an investment.
In the wider security of Europe.
Referring to recent drone activity.
In European air space.
The US President and.
Europe have been leading.
Efforts to end the war.
– but ‘the One’ has.
– but ‘the One’ has.
Repeatedly rejected calls.
Repeatedly rejected calls.
For a ceasefire.
A Goat, that was sitting
next to the gentleman in white,
shut his eyes and
said in a loud voice,
‘She ought to know
her way to the ticket-office,
even if she doesn’t know
her alphabet!’
Kyiv and its allies.
Accuse ‘the One’.
Of stalling tactics.
As his troops continue.
Making slow progress.
On the battlefield.
– despite the reporting of.
Very high combat casualties.
The US president has appeared.
Increasingly frustrated with.
The lack of eagerness from.
‘The One’ to begin peace talks.
There was a Beetle
sitting next the Goat
(it was a very queer carriage-full
of passengers altogether),
and, as the rule seemed to be that
they should all speak in turn,
he went on with ‘She’ll have to
go back from here as luggage!’
And, although he has desisted.
From imposing further sanctions.
On ‘Mordor’.
The US President has shifted.
His position on the war.
Saying he thought.
Ukraine could take back the land.
It had lost to ‘Mordor’.
Earlier this year.
The current US President’s.
Administration approved.
A new mechanism.
Which sees European allies.
Purchase US-made weapons.
For Ukraine.
The US is also considering.
A request by Ukraine.
For long-range missiles.
That could hit major ‘orcs’ cities.
Far from the front line.
Alice couldn’t see
who was sitting beyond the Beetle,
but a hoarse voice
spoke next.
‘Change engines –’ it said,
and there it choked
and was obliged
to leave off.
At least 30 people.
Have been injured.
Following an ‘orcs’ drone strike.
On a railway station.
In a post on X.
‘Gandalf the Green’ said that.
Preliminary reports indicated.
Train staff and passengers.
Were at the site.
Of the strike.
In the city of Shostka.
In the Sumy region.
Alice thought to herself,
‘Then there’s no use in speaking.’
The voices didn’t join in this time,
as she hadn’t spoken,
but, to her great surprise,
they all thought in chorus
(I hope you understand
what thinking in chorus means
– for I must confess that I don’t),
‘Better say nothing at all.
Language is worth
a thousand pounds a word!’
‘I shall dream about
a thousand pounds tonight,
I know I shall!’
thought Alice.
All this time the Guard was looking at her,
first through a telescope,
then through a microscope,
and then through an opera-glass.
At last he said,
‘You’re travelling the wrong way,’
and shut up the window
and went away.
*Because I read “At least 30 injured in Russian strike on railway station, Zelensky says” by Emily Atkinson on 5 Oct 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, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
At least 30 injured in Russian strike on railway station, Zelensky says
