Sloviansk (14 April 2023)
Another toddler has copped it today;
They dragged him from the mess but then he died.
Attacks could come with heaviness of heart;
Those in charge know full well what may happen,
And might express regret for dirty tasks.
But no, each life has now become fair game;
All are equal before the randomness,
The cheap terror of such vague precision.
Yes, the good die young, but the young just die,
And nobody asks for their opinion.
From here, cranking up anger seems facile;
Impotence turns all rage to comedy.
Words ring hollow above the depths of grief.
We recoil at revenge. But for how long?
Stephen Gospage
Thu 20th Apr 2023 17:38
Thank you, John. I appreciate your comment. Yes, the war will end, but what will replace it? Real peace seems unlikely. Perhaps a festering truce?