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Here and There

There is no rubble in my street,

No bombs, no shells and no rockets.

The people have their fill to eat,

Cash is bulging in their pockets.

 

Down our way the lights are shining

And the windows remain unsmashed.

Our access to fun’s not declining;

No hopes for the future are dashed.

 

All sick and injured are treated,

Not shot and abandoned for dead.

Our wealth is far from depleted

And nobody begs for their bread.

 

On balance, I’d rather be here,

Though guilt can give way to despair.

Must I remain shielded from fear,

Or should I be heading out there?

Ukraine

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 12th Oct 2022 07:21

Thank you for your kind comments, Jock and Julie. It's difficult for us to imagine the sheer horror of what is happening in parts of Ukraine.

Thanks to Nigel, Frederick, Hugh, Holden, Keith and K Lynn for liking this.

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julie callaghan

Tue 11th Oct 2022 06:05

Don’t think you are in your own with this Stephen. I think this write sums up how a lot of people are feeling right now. Well done.

Jock Strapp Jr

Mon 10th Oct 2022 18:46

Stephen, if we are not witnessing pure evil in its most raw form what else can one call it-

grim but a very well crafted piece of work my friend!

to think, millions of Russian people must surely know by now what is going on in Ukraine and supposedly in their name.
When are they going to wake up?

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