Land of Ukraine

Of Flanders Fields the mournful threads remain - As tears now shed on homeland of Ukraine. Land of Ukraine! The dark winds blow, Homes burnt to ashes row on row, Peace paused under the same blue sky, No larks but bursting rockets fly, As families cower below. Those who have laughed short days ago, Now flee to foreign borders fro Their sacred home, no longer free, Land of Ukraine. The world recoils from the foe As chilling threats they toss and throw. Leaders, amid harsh sanctions, plead, Yet powerless ‘gainst conquest’s creed. We shall not rest while dark winds blow Land of Ukraine. April 13, 2022