A Letter From Ukraine

It was the best of times,

It was the worst of times.

A nation was of seizing its 'claimed land', 

While another was filled with mines.

The war was termed an operation,

As civilians burned in sight.

From maternity wards to hospitals,

None escaped from plight.

It was the best of times,

It was the worst of times.

A nation massacred pregnant women,

Yet the leader chanted merry rhymes.

Commoners fought through tears and blood, As the blitzkrieg sought its course.

Holes were dug with the nation's tears,

As corpses piled in scores.

It was the best of times,

It was the worst of times.

Some travelled for their education,

Just to die within war crimes.

The armies were resilient

In a fight, they did not choose.

Tyrants unmoved by the loss of pawns

Appointed others to fill the shoes.

It was the best of times,

It was the worst of times.

A nation fired ballistics

As innocents protested in lines.

I now stand in a screaming queue,

As bombs are thrown are our way

I want to say that 'I love you,

For I'll never see another day.