Ukraine- Russia War - World Must Promote Peace & Humanity In Ukraine Instead Of Donating Weapons Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

How will Ukrainians ever live in love and peace again
if the war keeps distressing them ceaselessly?

how will they get to sleep serenely and unperturbed
if they have to keep hearing explosions like thunder in the night?

how will they think of solace and solidarity
if they see deaths and graves everywhere and every time?

how will they breathe with ease and no dust in their noses
if they have to smell the smoke after constant explosions?

how will they walk with courage and right to life
if they find soldiers with war tanks parading in their streets?

how will they talk freely and loud
if all their neighbors have isolated their homes and cities?

how will they play with their children and love them
if their mothers have fled as refugees holding their babies?

how will they sit with tranquility around them
if at every sunset they yearn and miss their families?

how will they dream of harmony and unity
if missiles will wake them up with panic and anxiety?

how will they come to terms with realities
if war will cast upon them so much of gloom and sufferings?

how will they measure their own time on this earth
when explosions take away the lives of their friends abruptly?

how will they know if they will survive for the day or die
when they say prayers ardently at night for their own safety?

how will they know if they will ever laugh or smile again
when grief has overcrowded their hearts with memories?

how will they ever not weep in their future
when their brothers and sisters have perished in this war?

how will they ever think of seeking equality and freedom
when war has vanished all the chambers of justice?

how will they ever forget the terror and the torture they face
when the war keeps inflicting upon them worst nightmares?

how will they sit by the fireplace and not cry
when all that may be left of their family may be just none?

how will they ever bury their own corpses
when there will be no priest left to lay them at rest?

how will war explain its worth and accomplishment
when the last man standing may be knocked down by a nuke?

how will the world forgive itself
when all that will remain is history and not reality of humanity?