Russia – Ukraine War
Above
Hand grasps a lever; from the comfort of the airplane the agent of death is released;
Opens a panel on the plane.
Nightfall blankets the sky; the stars emerge to illuminate
Over the comfort of the home of the hand that released the lever.
Belly full of blood, soothes him to sleep,
A dreamless slumber awaits his mind
That slips into a guiltless dark horizon
Bombed for the greater good, yes, bomb for the country of life.
Never the king that suffers from the fallen bomb.
Below
Icy wind biting her clothes as she flees in singed clothing,
Belly gnawing with hunger; body searches for energy for heat.
Not a wink of slumber to embrace her tonight,
Only violent shaking and a bomb lit horizon.
Eyes now hollow gray sockets, merely holding replay of an explosion,
Tattered gray clothing, tracing footsteps of mom
That remain in the dust along the shrapnelled gray ground –
The shards and the rubble once being her home
She is the one that suffers.
Nomi Shira 
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