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How can I write a poem

about the murder of a nation,

it’s history, life, and culture,

when all I can do is watch,

grieving for brave Ukraine.

An ageing man’s conceit,

to inflict this dreadful war,

that must end in his own defeat.

While I cannot share your pain,

my heart shall ever be true to you;

that by your bravery the world

shall see you come through.



© D G Moody 2023