The state full of tales of pain,
Ones even doctors cannot explain.
Long-standing inhabitants inhabit ground zero.
Fledgling citizens settling behind warzones.
Ukraine, you have killed your people.
When death is no longer a fear,
And all they want is to disappear.
Your hostilities have settled inside for long now.
These grenades, rifles are a daily sight.
Bullets fly here and shells land there.
The sounds of shelling with the convoy of tanks.
Annihilation and hurtful killings a daily bread,
Surviving a day and fears of going to bed.
Every apartment or backyard consumes hits.
Possible tomorrow two might wake dead.
Change is never coming to the rescue.
Here, the temporary is permanent.