The breast-plated pale iron horses gallop undeterred
with pounding sound stomping the ground, rumbling
reverberating all around. Hell and death
on the prowl, coughing up bloodthirsty rounds. The
hammer and sickle ripped the cities making prisons,
deathtraps. Lives cut short, severed bodies, dismembered
limbs, spilled blood, a slaughterhouse. It clears away the
living & brings death to all. Life has become barely living
and to live is to cope with the onslaught. The innocent
languish and die. Their bread has turned stale, water into
diesel, and all feel the pangs of hunger. Darkness wanders
the devastated country, the icy earth has blackened with the
settling soot. All have turned black. Their dead are piled-up
in massive graves. The dying embers of crumbled buildings
where many lived are heaps of mangled skeletons, a mass
of piled trash. The people walk the tattered cities, desolate,
with their rags putrefied, on a death march. The road is hard,
muddy, manless, treeless, lifeless—Silence can be heard.
The wind-wisped smoke & the darkened clouds a sunless dome.
Not looking back, they trudge on to seek refuge in a foreign land,
with pain leaving Ukraine.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem using some of the definitions of the word hack: to cut or sever, to clear, to loaf, to cough, a prison guard, to ride a horse, and stale. As I was writing it, I thought about how Ukraine is being hacked (cut to pieces). Therefore, I wrote this poem with Ukraine in my mind. Enjoy and comments are welcome.
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Comments4
True and haunting accounts of whats happening in Ukraine. I just can't bring myself to watch TV anymore but this poem was sad. So happy not to be at war. But sorry for Ukraine and what they are going through. Thanks for sharing!
Christina, thank you for taking the time to read my poem. The poem is indeed sad, but the reality exists. I wanted to depict the horrors of war.
This is amazing, I can visualize this 100%! Really deep and truthful.
This is very powerful,you captured the devastation and wickedness that these poor people have to endure
Such sincere words rr, if only it would stop and love would fill the world it would be wonderful.
Andy
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