Weary we may be
listening to the
the distant drone of history
replaying war
across the globe.
This is not some horror film.
This is not some play
on words of war
as people pay
with their lives
while we watch.
There are no intermissions
while we raid refrigerators
to get a snack
then hurry back
to see if the show has
returned from a commercial
break.
Ukraine is breaking apart.
Her skies go unprotected
while we neglect her.
She remains unsafe
as rockets strafe
her innocence
and rape her land.
How can we stand
to watch the terror grow
slowly and surely
like the lobster
heating in cold water
until it engulfs all the world.
Ukrainians fight for us.
Can we not fight for them?
Like all terrors this never ends.
It simply waits around the bend
to strike again, and again
and again.
Her skies, her eyes, remain open
while we close our eyes
but not her skies.
Are we staying
simply waiting
for the end?
annarino writes 