A little girl with tattered clothes Walked on the bombshelled ground. Tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks. She did not make a sound. Bombs were falling from the sky. Her body shook with fear, And yet she kept on walking. She had lost what she held dear. She saw dead bodies in the street And heard some soldiers laugh. The Russians blew up what they could And took things in their path. She found a place to hide again And packed herself in tight. The cold stones protected her. She slept through the night. The sun came up to welcome her And down the road she went. She found no food or water And her energy was spent. She searched in vain for family The war had ripped away. She knew there was no one Who would ask her to stay. The emptiness she felt inside Was like a giant hole. Her faith in God had disappeared. She feared for her soul. War came to the streets of Kiev. It would not stay the same. Brave men would die and one small child On the streets of Ukraine. -Yu/stan/kema-
Consequences Of War.
15 Sunday May 2022
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