They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain
That the Beaver’s lace-making was wrong,
Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain
That his fancy had dwelt on so long.
She always puts on.
Her bright orange body armour.
When she’s out.
On an emergency call.
Last July.
The paramedic was sent out.
In Kherson.
To treat a woman injured.
In an ‘orcs’ drone attack.
When an FPV drone.
Smashed into.
Her ambulance.
He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court,
Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,
Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig
On the charge of deserting its sty.
Seconds later.
She heard.
A buzzing sound.
In the sky.
Another drone.
Was flying straight.
Towards her, fast.
Towards her, fast.
The Witnesses proved, without error or flaw,
That the sty was deserted when found:
And the Judge kept explaining the state of the law
In a soft under-current of sound.
“I panicked.
I grabbed my trauma bag.
And started running.
I shouted and screamed.”
“I knew that.
If I stopped.
I would die.”
I would die.”
The indictment had never been clearly expressed,
And it seemed that the Snark had begun,
And had spoken three hours, before any one guessed
What the pig was supposed to have done.
After chasing her.
For about 10 minutes.
For about 10 minutes.
The drone flew away.
She was quickly.
Picked up by police.
But what she called.
The “safari hunting” continued.
The Jury had each formed a different view
(Long before the indictment was read),
And they all spoke at once, so that none of them knew
One word that the others had said.
Drones hit two more vehicles.
That arrived to take.
The injured woman.
To hospital.
Hours later.
A third police car finally.
Managed to get her out.
Managed to get her out.
“You must know—” said the Judge: but the Snark exclaimed “Fudge!”
That statute is obsolete quite!
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
On an ancient manorial right.
After another “safari” attack.
Earlier this week.
‘Gandalf the Green’ called.
To put greater pressure.
On ‘Mordor’.
In order to stop.
Deliberate “hunting attacks”.
On civilians.
“In the matter of Treason the pig would appear
To have aided, but scarcely abetted:
While the charge of Insolvency fails, it is clear,
If you grant the plea ‘never indebted.’
Hospitals and ambulances.
In Ukraine.
Are increasingly coming under.
‘Orcs’ drone and missile attack.
Even though.
According to the international rules.
Of war known as.
The Geneva Conventions.
They must be protected.
They must be protected.
By all parties.
To the conflict.
“The fact of Desertion I will not dispute;
But its guilt, as I trust, is removed
(So far as relates to the costs of this suit)
By the Alibi which has been proved.
“This is a new normality.
Which should not be the normality.”
Says Dr.
The WHO representative in Ukraine.
The WHO has registered.
3,118 attacks.
On healthcare.
Since the start.
Of the ‘orcs’ invasion.
In February 2022.
“That’s two cases per day.”
The Dr says.
“My poor client’s fate now depends on your votes.”
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And directed the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
Since 2023.
The number of attacks.
On healthcare.
Has steadily grown.
In 2024.
It went up by 30%.
Last year there was.
Another 20% increase.
This trend is expected.
To continue this year.
This trend is expected.
To continue this year.
But the Judge said he never had summed up before;
So the Snark undertook it instead,
And summed it so well that it came to far more
Than the Witnesses ever had said!
A recent report.
Of MSF says that.
‘Mordor’ systematically and.
Often deliberately targets.
‘Elves’ medical facilities.
‘Elves’ medical facilities.
The frequency of attacks
On healthcare suggests that.
They are “a sustained feature.
Of the war.
Rather than an episodic consequence.
Of large scale offensives.”
When the verdict was called for, the Jury declined,
As the word was so puzzling to spell;
But they ventured to hope that the Snark wouldn’t mind
Undertaking that duty as well.
Last month.
‘Orcs’ missiles hit.
A hospital.
In Kherson.
Badly damaging the building.
And killing one doctor.
Badly damaging the building.
And killing one doctor.
The Hospital director believes.
It was a targeted attack.
“It wasn’t just one missile.
There were three missiles.”
“That hit the hospital.
Within a few minutes.
From each other.
It cannot be an accident.”
So the Snark found the verdict, although, as it owned,
It was spent with the toils of the day:
When it said the word “GUILTY!” the Jury all groaned,
And some of them fainted away.
Moscow also often uses.
A “double-tap” tactic.
A “double-tap” tactic.
When they target.
The same location.
Twice within.
Twice within.
A short period of time.
Then the Snark pronounced sentence, the Judge being quite
Too nervous to utter a word:
When it rose to its feet, there was silence like night,
And the fall of a pin might be heard.
Many believe that.
The second attack is.
Deliberately aimed at.
First responders.
Who arrive.
At the scene of.
The initial strike.
To rescue survivors.
“Transportation for life” was the sentence it gave,
“And then to be fined forty pound.”
The Jury all cheered, though the Judge said he feared
That the phrase was not legally sound.
During a recent massive.
‘Orcs’ air attack.
On Kyiv.
Seven people were killed.
Including a police officer.
And a volunteer.
After a second strike.
On the same location.
But their wild exultation was suddenly checked
When the jailer informed them, with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.
And lately ‘orcs’ forces.
Have been also.
Targeting warehouses of.
Humanitarian organisations.
Last month alone.
Warehouses of.
Three UN agencies.
Including the WHO.
Were damaged.
During air strikes.
During air strikes.
Last month alone.
The Judge left the Court, looking deeply disgusted:
But the Snark, though a little aghast,
As the lawyer to whom the defence was intrusted,
Went bellowing on to the last.
While missile and drone strikes.
Can be indiscriminate.
FPV drone strikes are.
Almost always intentional.
A drone pilot can see.
The target.
In a live feed from.
The drone’s camera.
So when it hits an ambulance.
It has to be on purpose.
Says the MSF.
Country coordinator in Ukraine.
Thus the Barrister dreamed, while the bellowing seemed
To grow every moment more clear:
Till he woke to the knell of a furious bell,
Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.
The paramedic says that.
She was wearing.
A uniform identifying her.
As a medical worker.
The ambulance was.
Also clearly marked.
So, she believes.
So, she believes.
The drone operator.
Consciously chose.
To target them.
To target them.
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
According to the WHO.
Strikes on ambulances.
Make up 20%.
Of all attacks.
On ‘elves’ healthcare system.
Which suggests.
These are part of.
A calculated strategy.
And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark
The result of such.
Sustained attacks is that.
The civilian population.
Close to the frontline.
The civilian population.
Close to the frontline.
Are getting increasingly.
Cut off from health services.
The majority of people.
Left in these areas.
Are elderly people.
Who often chronic diseases.
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
Even if they survive.
Air strikes and shelling.
Even if they survive.
Air strikes and shelling.
Without medication and.
Occasional check-ups.
They face a slow death.
They face a slow death.
And ambulances may.
Not be able to reach them.
If the risks are high.
If the risks are high.
He offered large discount—he offered a cheque
(Drawn “to bearer”) for seven-pounds-ten:
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck
And grabbed at the Banker again.
The paramedic and her colleagues.
Constantly monitor.
Social media.
To learn about threats.
“It’s really scary.
Every time when we take.
A patient to hospital.
We just pray.”
“These drones can appear.
From anywhere.
They can even get through.
Anti-drone nets.”
In some cases.
Police are dispatched.
Police are dispatched.
Instead of ambulances.
Without rest or pause—while those frumious jaws
Went savagely snapping around—
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
Since the danger zone.
Where FPV drones operate.
Is growing.
Is growing.
– as both Ukraine and ‘Morodr’.
Develop drones.
With greater and.
Greater ranges –
Mobile clinics run by.
Various health organisations.
Have had to shift.
Their operations.
Further and further away.
From the frontline.
Further and further away.
From the frontline.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman remarked “It is just as I feared!”
And solemnly tolled on his bell.
“Two years ago.
We could go up.
To 5-8km.
From the frontline.”
Says the MSF coordinator.
“Now we won’t go anywhere.
Within 30km and.
This distance keeps growing.”
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was his fright that his waistcoat turned white—
A wonderful thing to be seen!
Over the past 18 months.
MSF stopped regular visits.
To about 80 villages.
Near the front.
Where they had provided.
Health services.
And recently.
It has paused.
Ambulance services.
In Sloviansk.
A major city.
In eastern Ukraine.
To the horror of all who were present that day,
He uprose in full evening dress,
And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say
What his tongue could no longer express.
“It doesn’t feel like.
We’re protected.
In this environment.
And in the way that.”
“And in the way that.
‘Mordor’ is conducting the war.
“And in the way that.
‘Mordor’ is conducting the war.
“We don’t feel that.
The rules of war are.
Being respected.”
Being respected.”
Down he sank in a chair—ran his hands through his hair—
And chanted in mimsiest tones
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity,
While he rattled a couple of bones.
“Leave him here to his fate—it is getting so late!”
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright.
“We have lost half the day. Any further delay,
And we sha’n’t catch a Snark before night!”
*Because I read “”Я бігла, бо знала, що помру”. Як російські дрони полюють на медиків в Україні(‘I ran because I knew I was going to die.’ How Russian drones are targeting medical staff in Ukraine) ” by Abdujalil Abdurasulov on 8 Aug 2026 on the BBC news Ukraine, “’I ran because I knew I would die’: Russian drones target medics in Ukraine” by Abdujalil Abdurasulov on 8 Aug 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, including a story of Dr Lytvynenko, a story of Dr Habicht, a story of Tymoshenko, and a story of Meldrum, led by ‘The Hunting of the Snark’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the same original story on whether the BBC news Ukraine or the BBC news:
Я бігла, бо знала, що помру. Як російські дрони полюють на медиків в Україні – BBC News Україна
Russian drones target medics, hospitals and ambulances in Ukraine
