Paul Warren Poet Dramatic Verse

Images of Yellow Over Blue

I dreamt I ran down the road
With the bright sun shining feeling very cold
Tanks and buildings are burning
Where bombs and missiles reigned bold

I saw lying dead on the road a mother and her children
Looking oh how I wept for them
A place now where  bandages bind their wounds
As they are tightly bound wanting the blood to stop soon

Ukrainian farmers now the third largest tank army
And the Ghost of Kyiv ruled  the sky easily
As Putin’s army strike at the innocent
Where hospitals and schools are blown and not heaven sent

And as the Russians retreat
They leave mass graves with tied hands and feet
So the war continues with the dead and dying
What is left for them is only crying.

© Paul Warren Poetry

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