I wrote this to express my own feelings; and while we may not be able to do a lot we are doing our bit. Where I am we are collecting good to send to Poland for the refugees.
Slava Ukraini !
How can I write a poem
about the murder of a nation,
it’s history, life, and culture,
when all I can do is watch,
grieving for brave Ukraine.
An ageing man’s conceit,
to inflict this dreadful war,
that must end in his own defeat.
While I cannot share your pain,
my heart shall ever be true to you;
that by your bravery the world
shall see you come through.
© D G Moody 2022