THE LANGUAGE OF WAR

My eyes are full of the colours of war.          As I watch the fires blazing and the bombs as they fall.   I just close my eyes in fear of it all

Overwhelming sadness lies deep in my soul as I see the destruction I cannot resolve.

We  must feed the army give them strength to survive as they march into war marching on side by side.  Counting the steps as they march on with pride.

Families are divided and soldiers fight alone.  They are fighting for their country they are fighting for their home.

The landscape of war is a painting of horrors as Ukrainians march on to save their tomorrows.

My heart is in pieces as I watch children fall like sacrificial lambs who are the victims of war.

Take a look at disaster what is there to gain.   Victory has no glory when no land remains

There is a bridge made of hope and of peace it is the Golden Bridge where two sides  can meet.

The time is now for support for Ukraine or the world we once knew will not be the same.  Let us live in hope. Let us live in peace.     A golden bridge where wars will cease.      ---   end ------