A Ukranian Mother Pleads
Women and children underground with
no food to eat!
Oh, no! Another bomb going off, and
With nothing refreshing and nutritious
to drink.
Trying to cover my daughters' ears with
her checkered, red and white gloves!
So many nations afraid to help the Ukraine,
as our cries for weapons, reach the heavens
in the Spring, gentle rain!
Why should they care, so selfish, they, just so
cruelly say, "Tough!"
The thunder is not as loud as the bombs,and
yet, we hunger, fret, and pray!
Here on bare soil,this Spring-soaked night in
the Ukrainian rain!
4/22/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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