Ukrainian Cogito
I fight, I live, I die, therefore I am!
My thoughts, my thoughts,
You give me strength.
The winds of war had scattered
my soul, until I read these lines
in a sad column, just specks of truth.
My misfortune blown away
with the cogito, in our Ukraine
orphaned children have stories to
pass on to the next generation, of
a heroic nation under fire and mothers
sending their kids to the front
with tender words and affection.
I fight, therefore I am -- a proud son, daughter, a Ukrainian resistance
with candid air of freedom in my clenched fist.
My thoughts, my beliefs strong like a rock
carry me to being here and now, present in history,
absent in defeat.
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