Whilst I was gently napping

Napping On the dusty and revolting underground floor,

Peacefully dreaming, uncomfortable but dreaming.

My eyes would fret at the roar like never before,

The roar of the devil slowly approaching,

On Kyiv’s beautiful and quiet shore,

Dry like the deserts of Sahara, where the sun was scorching.

I was handed a firearm whilst my hands were shaking,

We had no choice but to leave the world Fighting,

For our city that was slowly crumbling,

Crumbling to debris that was hard upon stepping

On when one would wonder aimlessly walking.

As in my thoughts, I was drifting, I felt a tapping,

One that toiled me back to where I was sitting.

An old chap was terrified and weeping,

And he said, “surely this cannot be our ending”

“It is not, in fact, ’tis our beginning,

I said with me myself weeping.

“I’d rather die fighting than fleeing”,

old chap said still weeping,

Slowly feeling like the morrow was fading.

Ah, for once running was pleasuring,

Back then when we ran with our faces smiling,

And our eyes filled with ecstasy glistening,

In the whispers of the sun shining,

Across the afternoon till ’tis evening.

But now, now ’tis terrifying,

For ’tis no longer running rather ’tis fleeing,

Fleeing from our homes where memories are brewing,

Slowly fading but still brewing,

And upon our bitter tears slowly disappearing.

We saw the enemy above head slowly flying,

Buzzing like the sandfly, slowly approaching,

And missiles were dropping in our homes and on us dropping,

The hope we had, the little we had was fading,

Into the debris left upon the buildings exploding

Into nothingness but dust that’s slowly floating

Away from us and our sisters still weeping,

And had no one nor nothing,

Nothing to grant to them a face smiling,

Or a hopeful heart beating

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