On The Last Day Of 2022 In Ukraine And More Poem by Gert Strydom

On The Last Day Of 2022 In Ukraine And More



In Bahkmut a female soldier codename 'Witch, '
tells about the fighting, about people living underground,
about how she did a wound of a fellow soldier stitch,
about happiness that she during the war has found.

Further away in a building Madyar is pinned to a screen
as his drone tracks enemy soldiers approaching,
as they move forward they think they are unseen,
one gives a sign and the Russians are crouching

their coordinates are given to an old T-64 tank,
it acts as artillery from where it's dug in,
around it earth is covering in a sandbank,
within seconds its devastating firing do begin

three shells in quick succession whistle away
do a Russian squad of fifteen men slay.

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In Kiev and other cities intelligence did alert
mobile anti-drone units to prepare for an attack,
to try the danger of Iranian Shahed-136 drones to avert,
which a new radar system does very accurately track.

On a pick-up truck a machine-gunner waits,
from behind him a extremely bright spotlight
comes to life and sight of a low flying drone creates,
the stuttering of fire fills the night,

a deadly drone is knocked out of the sky,
explodes and falls flaming down to earth,
one out of forty five that to civilians target Russians fly,
and nothing but terrorism I can from Russian motives unearth,

while only one drone did its target hit,
or rather the wreckage remaining of it.

3
Ukrainian intelligence did in Makiivka find,
of six hundred Russian soldiers a living place
and after a HIMARS strike nothing was left behind,
but flattened rubble to which that weapon did it erase,

all over Ukraine missiles to civilian targets went,
Gepard air-defence tanks did down of them some,
to slay children, females and the aged Putin is hell-bent,
at houses and apartments the scenes are gruesome,

some of the air-defence units did power-faculties protect
where nothing from Russia went to target them,
but it seems Putin is set to hit civilians direct
and it's difficult his madness to stem.

At Red Square in Moscow police did people stop
to use it probably in fear Ukraine will similar policies adopt.
© Gert Strydom

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