Wounded Mother #Poem #Painting by Nikos Laios

 

The ground shudders,
Fires are burning,
Apartment blocks
Are being hit
By artillery shells,
The blue sky
Now grey
Filled with
Billowing
Smoke
Rising up from
Houses, schools
And hospitals,
And the people
Are huddling in
Basements and
Bomb shelters.

While a mother
Lies wounded
In the streets,
Cries out,
Her hand
Stretching out
To the rubble
Of a destroyed
Building.

The decapitated
Body of her dead
Child lies there
Under the rubble,
Its hand sticking out,
And she wonders
If the Russians
Love their children
Too.

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With a digital painting from Nikos Laios

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