Ukraine Again

The moon illuminated the scenery of crisis Leaving my hands on my sweating face, as my eyes fade in hypnosis. I see life at a glance, Sweet and bitter Lost in a trance Of flowers with butter Awoken to the real world by rifles, bombs, commotion, sounds and drones The strikes of soldiers, the screams of newborns Many torn apart by anger at dawning Streets full of blood, wails and yawning Buried deep, choked in silence I took to my eels, pacing the pavement blindly in turbulence. My gun on me, bullets for safety Still life reads continuously I hope I see the moonlight again Not from this cave, but out there, freely drinking champagne With no nuclear shots but fireworks in Ukraine again