Mariupol's Child
Grandma doesn't like to talk
so I don't ask why they don't
bury Grandpa stuck with us in basement?
Grandpa was diabetic and went into coma when
the bombs kept falling and we all bend our heads in prayer.
Grandma doesn't move anymore and I just watch her
disappear.
I'm hungry, cold, and bored. They want to kill us all, don't know why.
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