Poem -

Ukraine in Winter

                                                                 While our children die starving and cold
                                                                                      in these holes
                                                                    they randomly punch in the snow ..

                                                                 Despite most of the free world praying
                                                                             out loud, I can still see
                                                                a blue and gold flag waving and proud ..

 

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RG

What a in your face, look hard and count your blessings reality check. For those that are feeling down on their luck, comparatively they are in heaven. My heart breaks for what those kids are experiencing. The ending gave hope and validity to the strength, at least that’s how I interpreted it . Very humbling read N.~Rob 

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Neville

Thank you Rob, I am glad you gave these words the thumbs up .. I was there not that very long ago & could see & feel both the dreadful hardship, suffering & pain for myself .. There was also a prevailing undercurrent of stoic determination, optimism, hope & resilience .. but even back then, we all knew the winter was coming .. Thank you again sir and seasons best to you and yours .. Neville 

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