The Bloody Morning In Ukraine Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Bloody Morning in Ukraine,
Your skies painted red with pain,
Tears fall like rain on barren lands,
As the sun rises with blood-stained hands.

Wailing mothers, broken fathers,
Sisters, brothers, all lost their brothers,
The fields once green, now stained with death,
As war rages on with every breath.

The gentle breeze carries the sound,
Of misery and sorrow all around,
Homes and hearts shattered and torn,
As the dawn of another day is born.

The streets once bustling with life,
Now filled with guns, sorrow and strife,
Children, innocent and pure,
Lost in this senseless war.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen,
As the land of Ukraine is now barren,
Fathers lie in their final rest,
As mothers weep at the bloody behest.

The sun may rise, but how can it shine,
On a land soaked in blood so divine,
For every drop spilled, a life is lost,
As hope for peace is the ultimate cost.

Oh, bloody Morning in Ukraine,
Your pain and suffering, no words can explain,
A country torn apart by greed and hate,
As we mourn for the lives, it's too late.

Rest in peace, dear souls of Ukraine,
For your sacrifice won't be in vain,
In our hearts, you'll forever remain,
As we pray for an end to this bloody morning.