Ukraine

walking through rubble,

trying to put aside the trouble,

a strike at any moment,

worrying is how most days are spent,

 

little baby in the ground,

eyes close,

making no sound,

sleeping for eternity,

 

who knows where they will hit next,

fleeing to safety,

little children screaming,

they're screaming for their father left behind,

 

no place to sleep,

no place to go,

 the bus is really hot,

and there's nobody nearby that you know,

 

what language are they speaking,

is English or Germany,

I don't know,

where will we get food,

where will we get clothes,

 

the war hit,

it's not something the young children get,

tell them to quietly sit,

tell them to come pray because that's all you really can say.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

tiyalford

Oh my God, I'm crying... I still can't understand how this can happen in the 21st century. Why... WHY do innocent children have to suffer. Your poem is very well written, I hope everyone in this world understands that you cannot keep silent, you have to speak up, you have to shout about it, you have to stop it!

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