A world of black and white

A chorus of guns,
on every street.
The people pour
out of the cities.
Children crying in despair,
leaving their fathers,
brothers and uncles behind.
To face the bombs
that fly like birds,
and turn the bones to dust.
Yet, still they cry
“Slava Ukraini!”,
over and over again.

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