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.
After the strike.
On the DTEK bus.
In the town of Ternivka.
The company said.
15 miners had been killed.
It later revised.
The death toll down.
To at least 12.
‘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!’
DTEK said.
A bus carrying workers.
After a shift.
In the eastern Dnipropetrovsk region.
A bus carrying workers.
After a shift.
Had been targeted.
In Sunday’s attack.
At least 15 people.
At least 15 people.
Were injured.
State emergency services said.
‘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!’
The strikes come.
While ‘Mordor’ had agreed.
Not to target.
Not to target.
Population centres and.
Energy infrastructure.
For the duration.
Of a cold snap.
‘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!’
Strikes have continued.
In regions of Ukraine.
Near the front line.
Near the front line.
But cities like.
The capital, Kyiv.
Have largely been untouched.
Over the past few days.
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
Moscow did not mention.
The cold weather.
When confirming the move.
Instead saying it was to.
Facilitate peace negotiations.
Due to be held.
In Abu Dhabi.
This week.
– 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.
After the strike.
On the DTEK bus.
In the town of Ternivka.
The company said.
15 miners had been killed.
It later revised.
The death toll down.
To at least 12.
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 “Twelve miners killed by Russian strike in Ukraine, officials say” by Maia Davies on 2 Feb 2026, 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:
Twelve miners killed by Russian strike in Ukraine, officials say
