Helplessly
Condemned and Sentenced to Death
They
were the military targets, all victims of crimes, they did not commit,
Babies,
women, and children, elderly and the sick, now lying dead in a pit.
As
Putin’s ruthless army pushed on, through the small villages, and towns,
Encircling
the large cities, blocking the exits, and locking them down.
Put
under heavy fire, massive explosions, generating terrifying sounds,
Blasting
specific targets, massive buildings, now raised to the ground.
The
humanitarian corridors, were deemed perilous places to tred,
The
streets were littered, with rubble, wrecked cars, and the dead.
As
fire crews franticly fought fires, in apartments, where elderly reside,
The
sick and infirmed, were caught in the war, with nowhere to hide.
Crews
desperately searched the rubble, for survivors, and the remains,
Fighting
to survive, while the war raged overhead, their city in flames.
In
the suburbs, a solemn task, mass graves were rapidly excavated.
As
attempts to stop the killing, were being rebuffed, and frustrated.
The
jet fighters, and bombers, kept coming, they controlled the sky!
Even
the hospitals, were bombed; and the casualty count was high!
In
the cold damp basements, frightened women, and children, waited,
Wishing,
terrifying tremors away, and that the bombing would abate.
Kids
too young to understand, the unruly world of war, and genocide,
As
their mothers suppressed, fearful feelings, constantly welling inside.
Fear
for their blessed children, fear of not knowing, fearing the worst,
As
rockets, missiles, and bombs, found their marks, vehemently cursed.
Crouching
in cellars, fearing the invaders, would resort to poisonous gas,
That
would descend, down into their place of retreat, killing on mass.
Hungry
and thirsty, feeling powerless, biding the time, they had left,
Silently
thinking, of the precious ones, they had lost, feeling bereft.
While
Putin, keenly called the shots, from his regal office, in the Kremlin,
Executing
children, their blood on his hands, by the stroke of his pen.
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