who no longer eats bread
but that basket
can hold so many other things
black soil to grow
endless rows of sunflowers
for holodomor ghosts to haunt
on starry nights
but the world still wants
champagne wishes and caviar dreams
and there is much cake to eat.
(dedicated to the people of Ukraine).
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ukraine was known as the breadbasket of the empire under the Tsars. Ukraine produces more sunflower oil than any other country in the world.
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Comments2
Good words and tribute Jon.
Andy
Thank you Andy!
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