May day, May day Kharkiv on fire! 



A city once vibrant. Flourishing -

now filled with pain and fear:
Desolate. Such that her belly is emptied: citizens on the run...

Emptied of families once gathered at dinner -

Laughter flowed freely when mouths fed at table -
Borsch and cutlets. Salo and kielbasa.

Where are they now? 
Burrowed in bunkers? Or
Buried in rottenness? 

Here lie dead bodies bloating on streets:
Russian birds spewed acids on them.

Z jets roared in her skies -

Like stars that died thousand years ago. Now down. Now burnt. 
Ashes and smokes: fatal losses - 
Brave warriors of watch night hail!

May day! May day! They retreat! Like 
A dog with tail between it's legs. Such that 
May day happened in February 
Enemy drained. War paused... 

Drama of talks in field of play
Kaboom in a tete-a-tete 
Cocktail of diplomacy. Pretense in display.

O ye corridor, can you grant me exit to safety? 
Free from this cacophony:
This denazification. This demilitarization. This deceit 
That gurgled our blood.

What will tomorrow unfold? 
Thorns and roses or lilies -
Or basket of crimsoned hibiscus? 

Dearest Iryna send in flowers from yonder:
Hordes of them to flood me. To fly
To your warm homely hands. 

  • Author: Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2022 04:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is poetic reportage of the Russia - Ukraine War.
  • Category: Unclassified
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