Hell is a city in 2022
No place for me. No place for you
Far, far away in The Ukraine
Where missiles and bombs splatter down like rain
Children die by the score in Russia's 'Noble War'
While the living tread, hopelessly among the dead
Hell is a city in 2022
Why do we care? And what can we do?
We can hail Ukraine while we still have a brain!
We can all say No! Tell the bullies to go!
We can all unite, if we know what is right
Or we can just turn away, and let other folk pay
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