I heard you have been starved
I'm told you are too weak to cry
Your face too dry to smile
Your feet too feeble to flee
I saw your home bombarded
Thick smokes eclipse your blue skies
I'm sure your sun is unwilling to shine
Even your moon ashamed to glitter
You took a cue from Babylon
And Kalmius now chorus her sad tales
Wailing to Azov's feet
Not a single grain found on her fertile soil
O my sweet Mariupol
Hold on one more day if you can
I'm coming dressed in legions
Succour and doves are with me
To set you free from captivity
- Author: Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2022 18:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Mariupol is a city in Ukraine and has been bombarded by the Russian forces. This poem is a soothing encouragement to the people and call out to the world to help.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 53
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments2
Brilliant!
Thank you so much.
Let peace and love reign.
Beautiful, heartfelt poem. Such longing, compassion.
Dear Bella,
Thanks for your kind words and reaching out.
War isn't a good thing. Homes and lives are shattered. We have a responsibility of feeling for the victims and reaching out them.
Let love and peace reign.
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