Hush
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Artillery shells explode outside my door,
hush, get on the floor.
Soldiers are murdering people on my street,
hush till they retreat.
Traumatized children are forbidden to cry,
hush, or we'll all die.
Russia turned Ukraine into a killing zone,
hush, we're not alone.
Artillery shells explode outside my door
as they've done before;
hush, we are at war.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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