Do angels fear to tread
Mariupol‘s streets
lined with the dead?
Who else will guard
the skies that bled
upon her living souls ?
A single prayer is said,
asking skies to close
and ease the dread
of more to fall and fail
than bodies.
Listen well, angels of Ukraine.
Speak to angels everywhere
and pass along the prayer,
lest dictators leave their stain
on centuries of despair,
on the streets of Ukraine
and elsewhere.
annarino writes 