mariupol - BOOM

mariupol - BOOM

A Poem by Abbe A
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war in the Ukraine

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MARIUPOL, Ukraine March 4, 2022
BOOM Hospitals FLATTENED
BOOM Churches and schools DECIMATED by a touch of a button
BOOM residences and people TORN UP  and MURDERED for ego and power
BOOM  a toddler struck in the head by shrapnel
     cradled by parents rushing to save their beloved moaning child
     blood-soaked blanket swaddled around terminal injuries
     grief of a mother needing to utilize all her senses before the body is removed
     before the body conforms to a state of autolysis
     the need to unwrap the impaled child and survey that familiar face
     to touch the slack tiny lifeless fingers once gripping her tight with energy
     to hold the child ‘nostril-close’ to imprint his scent one last time upon her cheek
     a chance to steal a few last moments as they had   
     lovingly lived for 18months prior to that morning
     there is no sound to the stiffened dead only what is flushed out from the mourner
     crying a flood of tears that never wash away the cruel indelible stain left by war
BOOM one more victim of a murderous regime  - death and war have no conscience
     lives massacred and taken away to a crudely dug mass grave for young and old
     even those unborn
     the frozen earth will not embrace them nor remember them
BOOM death is a excruciating levelor for people experiencing loss of  everything:
     home, family, friends, limbs country and who are ferally grieving
BOOM the remaining people of Mariupol trapped subjected to starvation - dehydration    
      for a KGB tyrant’s wanton need for using strategic evil through barbaric bombings  
      and butchery all for a landbridge to recreate the Soviet Union of old
      the spewing of his propaganda rationale that he’s wiping out genocide by
      committing blatant genocide with war crimes
BOOM the world watches as millions flee the terror just as many refugees did when the
      Russians bombarded and destroyed Aleppo and Crimea
      when do we as a media driven collective society YELL - ENOUGH
      FORGOTTEN HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF
      evidenced by one souless maniacal man holding the world hostage on his terms
      how much more destruction must we witness before a red line is crossed and not
      ignored
     WHEN CAN WE HOLD EVIL ACCOUNTABLE
BOOM

© 2025 Abbe A


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Can only leave a thank you for such pitch black nudge to remember and NEVER forget.

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Added on March 26, 2022
Last Updated on April 27, 2025
Tags: war, freedom, loss, grief, poetry, culture, country, history, evil

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Abbe A
Abbe A

central Fl, FL



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