She is from.
A village.
In ‘elves’ southern.
Zaporizhzhia region.
It was occupied.
At the start of.
The full-scale invasion.
Of 2022.
Thus Kent, O princes,
bids you all adieu;
He’ll shape his old course
in a country new.
She is now.
In the UK.
But her parents are.
Still in her village.
And she told you.
About the care.
She needs to take.
When talking to them.
The gods to their dear shelter
take thee, maid,
That justly think’st,
and hast most rightly said!
“About a year ago.
My parents were searched.
By the FSB.
They confiscated their phones.”
“Accusing them of telling.
The ‘elves’ army.
About where ‘orcs’ troops.
Were stationed.”
“That wasn’t true.
And later the ‘orcs’ military.
Told my parents that.
They had been reported.”
“By their neighbours.
That’s why I try.
Not to provoke anything.
Like that.”
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
Nothing, my lord.
Nothing.
“I have to read.
Between the lines.
When they tell me.
About what’s going on.”
And just speaking.
And just speaking.
To them at all.
Is becoming more difficult.
The gods to their dear shelter
take thee, maid,
That justly think’st,
and hast most rightly said!
Her parents are unable.
Even to top up.
Their mobile phones.
Or insure their car.
Because they refuse.
To take ‘orcs’ passports.
“It’s getting really awkward.
Living without ‘orcs’ IDs.”
Thus Kent, O princes,
bids you all adieu;
He’ll shape his old course
in a country new.
She is from.
A village.
In ‘elves’ southern.
Zaporizhzhia region.
It was occupied.
At the start of.
The full-scale invasion.
Of 2022.
*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, as a story of Sofia, 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
