Letter from Ukraine
I think I heard a foreign leader say:
‘I haven’t focused on this for a while’;
But I must focus on it every day
And cannot fake concern or flash a smile.
I put my kids into the shelter’s care
And pray no missiles fall upon my place;
Each night time’s challenge is to grab some share
Of soothing sleep, with each new dawn to face.
My husband is still fighting at the front;
I worry what will happen all the time.
We trapped inside a madman’s crazy stunt;
He feels no need to justify his crime.
We did not seek this onslaught from the sky,
Or wish our friends and family destroyed.
The raw survival tricks that we apply
Could be so much more gainfully employed.

Ghazala lari
Sat 6th Dec 2025 02:36
War makes poets of us all—and then silences us equally. Yours are the words that matter. Thank you for seeing what so many turn away from. War does cheapen us—but moments like this remind me how deeply we still feel, how fiercely we still care.