Poor Ukraine Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Saw the bodies
Just lumps on the ground
Destroyed buildings
Debris all around

The war is with us
As we watch safe in our homes
With no children dying
Mothers suddenly alone

The images are graphic
The scenes surreal
As Ukrainians flee
And Russia kills

War is ugly
It's nasty and mean
It wounds your soul
Makes you scream

Yet on they fight
While their cities burn
The whole world watches
As the Genocide churns

The silence so deadly
No people in the streets
Burned out tanks and rubble
Tracers with their deadly streaks

A nation is struggling
Just wanting to be free
Someone needs to tell Putin
To let the Ukraine be