The Strength Of Wrecked Hearts (For Bucha, Bakhmut, Mariupol, Borodyanka, And Severodonetsk) Poem by Ishmael Onserio

The Strength Of Wrecked Hearts (For Bucha, Bakhmut, Mariupol, Borodyanka, And Severodonetsk)

I thought I was dreaming in the wake of that broad daylight,
That mauling through an expanse of the fenced prominence,
On that dawn, many hearts were already swimming in flight,
It was an attempt to uplift a name from years of subsidence,
The cry was genuine, the days' foretold insinuations were true,
Indeed, frightening fire was whispering from the hidden brew.

I saw the downing of lofty and beautiful land possessed cities,
Crying ashes of patriots surely pricking the eyes of the tyrant,
The intention weighed on balances and found with porosities,
Not justified, just a trespass and brooding anger in that rant,
Burning brimstones torched land from the skies, it was a pity,
Yet the avidity of resisting was revived by unending street ditty.

Mariupol was devastated in the heat of that numbing assault,
The gazing from Azor that lay abreast, envied that positioning,
From that Inky Pond, all night long raiding brought tumult,
The mounting canker in those flickering eyes caused poisoning,
I remember the killing inferno that sledged through the theatre,
A blind bat before hopeful and vulnerable lives squeezed tighter.

The raging escalation through the land was unprovoked for sure,
Fighting for the so-called freedom, to me was just like a plain lie,
Feigning minds dispersed on other lands praised such acts, so pure,
Nobody ever believed the fables which circled that haste of supply,
Heinous deeds of a bald eagle hunting with an angry eye as hell,
Greeting vicious hands of the undertaker at the dooming farewell.

I heard of the clamoring in the blue skies above that serene Kharkiv,
The upwelling of the beautiful attics around the seashores of Kherson,
That walk to the coveted heliport outside the offensive gates of Kyiv,
All unjustified annihilations, a bold walk to a life tormenting prison,
The price tag of life is greater than discerned piddling covetousness,
Substantial hands at wartime, have shown their everlasting kindness.

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