On “Victory Day”  Knee deep in blood

The arms and limbs of the dead

Climb up you

In day and night terrors.

Murdered by you

Mothers

Fathers

Lovers

Sisters

brothers

children

&

Babies

All silenced by you

Your final solution…

Like the Jews in the ghetto.

All must go

But on your death bed

“Your god” whispers

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The cars outside my window

Rumble to and from places

Without a care in the world

The children scream out Mehmet’s name

To come out to play

And when he does

Their little faces light up  

In Mariupol there is just silence

A bird sarcastically chirps

A dog sniffs round

But there is nothing to eat

The rumble of tanks has gone

The screams have ...

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