Waking up again with a thunderous sound
My five-year-old tired eyes denied further sleep,
The nauseous smell sickened my nose;
As I took a walk around the streets!

The mountains of broken buildings
lay so unlively, so unfazed ;
Unaware of how many bodies they've smashed
and how many bones were blazed.

The cacophonic sounds hurt my ears time and again,
Wasn't it cracking those peoples' stone-cold hearts;
All around was either shrills and cries
Or the unheard stories of the dead, silenced by the darts!

The skies were dishonoured with a charcoal robe of ashes,
Which was as dark as a witch's heart in a fairy tale;
And when outragers cried to get back the blues,
Drops of scarlet on the trampled and distorted grasses fell.

Mother Earth felt a pang in her chest
When she swaddled her children who now eternally slept;
I lost my Dodgeball, my teddies and barbies,
And my doggy whose name Rocco we clept!

I know not who are these men in 'wave-green' dresses,
They all carry guns like my Dad did;
He went out leaving me with mom
But never returned, Oh Gosh! What a deceive!

He brought me no chocolates but promised mom of his honorable death,
I don't even know what that means;
May be it's something that happened to mom
when something dropped on her by a machine?

I tried to wake her up but she didn't even budge,
She lay motionless smeared in vermillion hue;
Parts of her flesh sheddng dead leaves as I touched her,
It was horrendous seeing others were in that state too.

Her halfmade Borscht still lay in the pan,
But I wonder who'll cuddle me as I sleep!
Who'll sing a lullaby for me? Who'll tie my ponytails and buy me dresses?
And will I ever again get ice-cream as treat?

Sometimes I see my parents in clouds,
Pareidolia it is, I suppose!
They don't even have their names etched on graves,
Are they in peace? I hope!

All around there is laugher of inhumanity,
Do these Draconian people repent?
Please give me back the clear skies, birds and trees, Give back the airs of peace to breathe,
How long will my Earth lament?

Bring back Oh Lord! the manna of stolen peace from those buccaneers,
Bring back the smiles on peoples' face:
Restore the park where I played with my friends,
Gift back the honour of the women disgraced.

Let no more children weep or turn orphans,
Let people lose their life in Content not Violance;
Let no mother sob for her son's death in war now,
Discern peaceful day, bright and gleaming with the Sun's radiance.

Let humanity bloom inside everyone's heart,
All around the Globe not just in Ukraine;
Shower on your entire creation, Blessings and Grace;
No disdain, but return to powerful humans their sane!

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