As Sorrow Followed Pain, Now One Year On

 

As Sorrow Followed Pain, Now One Year On

As the world takes shock, at his methodical acts of genocide, of generating fear and disdain,

Putin has waged his callous acts, upon Ukraine, for one year on, and he must own the shame.

It’s been a shocking war, full of lies and deceit, even though he still maintains, “It isn’t war!”

With his savage packs insatiable thirst, the lust for civilian blood, their barbaric acts abhorred.

Damn his mob of misfits, those evil orcs, degenerates extracted from prisons, while doing time,

Transported from their dark cells, into the ruthless meat grinders, committing horrific crimes.

The heartless hordes, he has bred to hate, really relishing the execution, of their sadistic deeds,

Content to take, what wasn’t theirs, in the brazen theft, for the windfalls of war, and greed.

The senseless slaughter, guiltless blood cast in homes, where overwhelming sorrow followed pain.

Upon Ukraine’s innocent residents, its women, and little children, they have really paid in pain,

In Bucha infants watched, their families tortured, raped, and shot, under duress they cried,

As the terrifying orcs, cast such awful expressions, upon their parents faces, before they died.

Laid out in the shallow pools of misery, the blood they shed, slaughtered, and badly battered,

Now unable to bear witness, to the chilling crimes committed, the devoted families slaughtered.

Then fearsome looks firmly fixed, upon the murdered infant faces, as they became their prey,

The poor children, their unfortunate souls cast, as decay wiped their painful expressions away.

The survivors of Mariupol, their homes and city left in ruins, and the ones they loved all lost,

Now left with empty feelings, laced with unforgettable misery, now forced to pay griefs cost.

Unduly bound, minds set in servitude, to those terrifying visions inside, haunted forever more,

Of the painful lessons wrought, while left wondering, what all the senseless suffering was for?

Each day interrupted, now unable to move on, their broken minds badly twisted and strained,

Dwelling in the scenes they saw, in the pain of the unwanted losses, that they have sustained.

The mass graves located near Chernihiv and Kherson, thousands of civilians dead, lives unfurled,

Nauseating odours found in the forests, concealed from sight, the truth hidden from the world.

Now the forensic experts are attempting to piece together the truth, the ghastly stories they tell,

As observers stand by, witnessing with grim faces, each sod revealing the awful scenes from hell.

The grisly evidence being etched within their minds, documenting, and tallying the score insane,

Repulsed by the genocide acts they have seen, betwixt within, the realms of life, death, and pain.

Deep feelings of sorrow, at sights the world really doesn’t need to see, but definitely comprehend,

Of the death that ensued, on the suffering brought, now evil shall answer, its crimes condemned.

I ask you, “Are the lives of the innocent infants worth less, than all the wealth one can amass?

The mansions in gold adorned, the mineral deposits in the ground, the fields full of oil and gas.

Can you hear the desperate people’s cries, in your mind, and can you detect deaths putrid smell?

Is your heart filled with terrible sadness, an empty void, the utter waste of life on earth in hell?

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March2023)