Ukrainian I am, I’ll always be
We lived a peaceful life most happily
‘Till Putin in his madness turned on us
We didn’t want to leave, but knew we must
My husband drove us west while we had gas
We owed it to our kids while this war lasts
Since Russia targeted our homes with rocket shells
Our city has been rubblized, ‘twas living hell
Our gas gave out; the border still some miles away
We ditched the car and all our stuff; it had to stay
Our two kids carried on our backs, we joined the throng
Of refugees all struggling to move along
It seemed forever till we reached the border queue
It stretched for hours before the gates came into view
We hugged and kissed, tears streaming from our eyes
My husband headed back – our last goodbye?
The kids and I are now in Poland at some site
The people have been good to us; they feel our plight
But I feel lost not knowing just what lies ahead
Or if I’ll ever get to see my man again
3/4/2022
Dear Allen,
On a literary level, you connected facts and sentiment beautifully, driving home the horror of the current situation in Ukraine. Thank you for this.
Very moving, Allen!