The Shame We Turn Away

 

The Shame We Turn Away

With tanks and missiles, the beastly army, tightened the noose,

Drafted from, the cesspool of discontent, its Orcs, were let loose,

Onto city streets, where innocent children, laughed and played,

The awful taint, of despicable war crimes, now left them stained.

Blood heartlessly let, all is lost, lifeless forms, colour turned to grey,

Harmless citizens, brutally gunned down, left to lie, amidst the fray.

Severed limbs, left lying upon the ground, such a brutal way to die,

Civilians’ throats slashed, these ruthless acts, too ugly to describe.

Cars crushed by tanks, while in fear, the helpless victims, sat inside,

As the ruthless brutes, full of malice, engaged in acts, of genocide.

Frightened children, forced to watch, as their parents, were slain,

Left with distress, and horrific visions, little eyes, subjected to pain.

Poor lost souls, numb from shock, hiding in the ruins, that remain,

All dread the regime, that callously raped, the children of Ukraine.

Burned bodies, too charred to recognise, a terrible message, to find,

Destroyed buildings, backyards, corpses, and crime scenes, mined!

Innocent civilians, prisoners of war, in the street, bound and dead,

Lying, where they had been shot, right in the back, of their head.

Mass graves concealing, decomposed corpses, the evil acts done,

Liberators now standing by, with tearful hearts, and souls, stunned.

As the dark cloud, of cold-blooded death, prevails upon the wind,

The mountain of evidence too high, and no denial shall ever rescind.