However,
on second thoughts,
she made up
her mind to go on:
‘for I certainly won’t go back,’
she thought to herself,
and this was the only way
to the Eighth Square.
‘This must be the wood,’
she said thoughtfully to herself,
‘where things have no names.
I wonder
I wonder
what’ll become of my name
when I go in?
I shouldn’t like to lose it at all
She has a sister.
Working at.
The ‘Ring’ of.
‘Orcs’-occupied Zaporizhzhia.
“Whenever we move from.
The weather or our children.
On to our subjects.
Her tone changes.”
“On to our subjects.
Her tone changes.
She tells me:
‘You don’t understand!’”
No words, no words:
hush.
Child Rowland
to the dark tower came,
His word was still,
-Fie foh, and fum,
I smell the blood of
a British man.
“What I do understand is.
That being a ‘Ring’ worker.
Her phone is likely.
To be bugged.”
She also says that.
Her sister often repeats.
Pro-‘orcs’ narratives.
When speaking to her.
She has a sister.
Working at.
The ‘Ring’ of.
‘Orcs’-occupied Zaporizhzhia.
She stood silent
for a minute, thinking:
then she suddenly began again.
‘Then it really has happened, after all!
And now, who am I?
I will remember,
if I can!
I’m determined to do it!’
But being determined
didn’t help her much,
and all she could say,
after a great deal of puzzling, was,
‘L, I know
it begins with L!’
Just then a Fawn
came wandering by:
*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, including a story of Yeva, led by ‘KING LEAR’ written by William Shakespeare and ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, 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
