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Written 3 September 2023 For
With Each Morning Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Martin Bram


                                          With Each Morning

                           With each morning that greets the sky,
                             What a splendour to watch the sun
                               Slowly glide along the clear high
                                    In the far distant horizon
                               Behind trees on the nearby hills,
                                  Brightening the green fields
                           And beckoning new hopes that ahead lie.

                      With each morning that heralds new beginnings,
                      Reflections of pink and gold on heaven`s floor *
                                 A hint of streaming memories
                             That came some millennia before 
                              And the radiance of God`s glory
                            Eyeing from just behind the shore
                               Is a new dawn for our taking.

                      Yet with each morning news on the media
                        My mind is ablaze with woes in Ukraine,
                            And ravages that armies of Russia
                            Inflict on citizens brim in my brain,
                         Usher a distaste all throughout the day
                           And ignites memories of the display
                              Of Russian army in a brutal way. 

                   With each morning that blows the western breeze
                          My heart pines and freezes at the vision
                        Of guiltless children of an advanced nation
                            Blasted by missiles and lying aground
                      Or wailing their parents` death just around;
                 Yet Ukraine`s soldiers just don`t yield the ground:
                          My salute to them from across the seas.

                         Howl long will this mean massacre endure!
                             All men, be they paupers or dictators
                               Are temporary travellers, for sure
                         In this earthly sphere, where all creatures
                              Are assessed by the divine Creator
                    Through their actions and deeds in their lifetime
                           To uplift and redeem the human kind.

                         Let it sink down the mind of Russian rulers
                  That those who live by the sword fall by the sword,
                           Let it sink down the mind of all leaders
                          That divine justice of the Supreme Lord
                       Knows no flaws and faultless are His records
                         And to avoid one`s dues one can`t afford,
                                Be he a vassal or a mighty lord.

                        With each morning sun drifting up the sky
                     Let there be hope that peace will soon prevail,
                           The flag of true justice will fly up high
                           And the breeze of humanity won`t fail;
                        Let the flame of faith in the Supreme Lord
                            Dispel the dreary darkness in Ukraine 
                             Blow away the wilful wind of discord
                                 And liberty be not a word in vain.


*"Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
   a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
   and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
   is a new dawn, for our taking." Martin Braun
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