We wake to learn of new world war. It fills the news with blood and gore. Death and destruction from above. Where is that place theyB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™re speaking of? Heaven in the sky? Smoke in our eyes? Ukraine we stand, Ukraine we stand.
How many times does a child have to die? How many times do they have to see tears in our eyes? How many times do they have to rain bombs from our sky.
I see in our land a soldier standing, sturdy boots with a gun on his side, picture of his daughter with tears in his eyes. I canB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t see with this debris, just a muffled sound of fear inside.
Connor Wells
Brentwood Bay