Day after day we watch Ukraine,

And feel the anger and the pain;

We feel the pity and the sorrow,

The fear of what may come tomorrow.

 

We wonder what the next months hold,

As people fight the winter cold;

We wish that we could end by magic

This wretched mess, insane and tragic,

 

And turn to silence every gun,

Which shoots beneath the chilly sun,

Wipe off the bomber’s sneering smile,

Find peace by means of tact and guile.

 

Civilians will count the cost,

When relatives and friends are lost,

And one man only will be grinning,

Though in his war no one is winning.