A people can survive genocide:
Armenian, Irish, Jew, Uyghur, Êzidî, Tutsi, Khmer, 
Traumatised, declined, seemingly defeated,
Yet familiies re-form, victims struggle to survive.
What does this abomination  cost us?
This mechanised murder,
This savage slaughter,
That melts-wears down 
Morality, demography?
We must tread lightly,
Even with snow, slow & heavy
Underfoot here in the Donbas.
Humanity with a broken back,
With a torn treasure chest
Of peoples, cultures, religions
We cannot be tired
Great musicians are never tired
Of making the music of the world.
Crucifix, crescent, menorah
All on the slide. I would leave this world
If it wasn't for its people:
Frightened, fragile, forgotten, foreign,
people, The sea of faith rises in my heart,
Then fades as surely as the grave decays.