in chuhuiv
and okhtyrka
it is the children
who die
in buzovo gurivshchyna
as well
mariupol
okhmadit hospital . . .
you know
what I’m getting at
it is not
children
who die . . .
no
they are killed
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I hope when you are ready to do so; that these poems will be published, Frank. You have developed the art of expressing the truth in only a few words I will still weep through every one of them, but future generations should know.
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It’s all so very appalling, CLaire. Have to hope there is some good in it somewhere, but hard to see it.
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It seems like the carnage is getting worse by the day — I wonder wht motivates one man to be so evil!
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It’s unfathomable, Janet. 😦
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The situation is so desperately sad and your poem hits right to the quick, Frank. Well said.
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Beyond awful, Chris. Thank you.
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Keep on writing Frank. The world needs to keep hearing. 😦
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THank you, Debby. I think I’ll keep looking for a little while, yet.
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