The Character of a Country
In the heart of a war-torn country,
A mass grave awaits to be filled.
Piled high, the riddled cadavers,
Of the many citizens killed.
Their unrecognizable remains,
Haunts those assigned to the task.
To bury their friends and neighbors,
Each wearing a hideous mask.
There were many that prayed for peace,
But the Warlords would have their way.
Their methods of horror increased,
And became the trend of the day.
The bombs the enemy launched,
Would land on Ukrainian streets.
Destroying a thriving city,
Where its pulse no longer beats.
As they arose to meet the challenge,
Their lives were put to the test.
But their courage couldn't be thwarted,
And their will inspired the rest.
Now this country's character shines,
For the eyes of the world to see.
And the battle will never cease,
Until all of Ukraine is free.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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