Fortune, good night:
smile once more;
turn thy wheel!
turn thy wheel!
“You won’t like.
What I’ve got to say.
People like you kill.
If you tell them the truth.”
“If you tell them the truth.”
One person told you.
Via direct message.
On social media.
Take vantage,
heavy eyes,
not to behold
This shameful lodging.
The atmosphere of fear.
And suspicion is such that.
When you were trying to.
Contact residents.
Contact residents.
Of occupied Mariupol.
You were accused of.
Being an ‘orc’ journalist.
Fortune, good night:
smile once more;
turn thy wheel!
turn thy wheel!
They claimed to be.
From the port city.
Captured by the ‘orcs’.
In May 2022.
After a bloody siege.
That left it in ruins.
After a bloody siege.
That left it in ruins.
Take vantage,
heavy eyes,
not to behold
This shameful lodging.
Later, you asked.
Some ‘elves’ friends.
If you could speak to.
Their relatives.
Living in occupied areas.
All said no.
– that would be.
Too dangerous.
Fortune, good night:
smile once more;
turn thy wheel!
turn thy wheel!
*Because I read “’Russians are even trying to ban our holidays’ – life in occupied Ukraine” by Vitaliy Shevchenko on 13 Apr 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 ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Ukraine war: ‘Russians are even trying to ban our holidays’ – life in occupied territories
