Spirit Lives Amidst Death

Their pride was wounded, And the win turned pyrrhic red, Felt nigh defeated When they saw some hands wave flags O from a pile of dead rags. __________________________ Tanka |04.03.2022| war Poet’s note: The way unequal Ukraine has given fight to the Russian might, knowing of their resolve amidst the so-called friends deserting them, and the way the invading Russians are getting desperate by the day, we feel like saluting national spirit as this Tanka does. This is the fourth piece in a series on invasion of Ukraine.