Poem
of the week: Welcome to Donetsk by Anastasia Taylor-Lind
Sad irony of war
War, war,
war,
War time,
warring nations, warring moments,
Impacts,
on innocence, cruel, bloodshed;
Instinct to
go back to your place
Of peace,
home town that reared you
In all
peace, prosperity ,sanguine;
These living plants, green
pots,
Sanguine creepers,
memory records,
Only in
bygone days, now dry and dead;
The security
who watered plants
Now sees,
its greenery of dead past,
Sad irony
irresistible for mind and soul;
There is
scary look of apartments
Once majestic
and in colorful dignity,
Now only stones
unheard and unheeded;
City wearing
blank carpets,
Schools and
black boards
Without teachers
and uniforms ;
The three
letters war/ war/ war
its own
destructive toll
beyond our
recognition and redemption.
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