Cry, my beloved Kyiv

Ifeanyichukwu

bring back the blue skies
coloured red 
by rages of bloody wars

 

bring back the shiny sun
made pale by weary plumes 
of greedy need 

 

so my heart can meet with your's 
bickering aside 
division away 

 

so our children can play in winter's hands 
and sunny haze 
oblivious of the masquerade 
ghosts steering behind

 

so that we can display 
our beauty  
fairly and squarely 
in our once safe streets 

 

o tell me it's a dream
we wake to another world 
another reality realer than dream
patched up in Kyiv hills

 

like another life unlived 
we dance to unfamiliar song
sad one in Babylonian rivers

 

like white stallions stumping around
in the southern plains of Ukraine 

 

will stones direct our paths from city to sea
and in whispers decree our creed 
in secret 
that holds the fishes in harmony
and restore our reality
in fine lines of peace

 

 

 

  • Author: Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2022 11:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: The conflict in Ukraine is uncalled for. It is a beautiful country undeserving of the war ravaging its beauty.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    It’s so sad and unfair .. I like your writing .. a good poem . Why the need for cruelty when there should simply be peace .. o don’t understand

    • Ifeanyichukwu

      Thank you Yellowrose. Let peace prevail.

    • Rocky Lagou

      Hopefully change will occur soon. There's too much destruction and hostility. We need Freedom!
      ✨

      • Ifeanyichukwu

        True Rocky. The sooner the better.

      • jarcher54

        This is quite moving. Your composition is universal and timeless, yet so timely and local. One could sing this lament to so many places. We are all Ukrainian,... and Rohigya, and Congolese, and Syrian, and Armenian, and Mayan... Thanks for putting these words together for us.

        • Ifeanyichukwu

          Jarcher, it is saddening that the universe has been reduced to tears with torrents of conflicts ravaging it. We are all casualties. May our cries reach the heavenlies. May our voices touch the hearts of those who have the power to effect changes.

          Thanks for reaching out and appreciating the poem.



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