My mouth fired off like a Howitzer-gun:
barrages to maim and inflict great pain,
as long as Russian soldiers were in the Ukraine
at Putin, but he was not the only one,
while their atrocities did the whole world stun:
rape and executed people to Russia pertain
and by mere words I tried support to gain.
While others were writing about joy and fun,
at heart I heard terrified sobbing screams,
the quick racing heavy exerted breath
of the shell-shocked soldiers that did fight,
of many terrified people without dreams,
smelled the nauseating vapour of death
during each hellish day and each dark night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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