Ukraine Poem by Sachidananda Panda

Ukrainians are private individuals.
Like many of us across boundaries.
Hope, love, and accord remain the same.
Suffering too, and the pangs of pain.

They suffer not for the smokes around
The elevated egos of whipping masters
Collapsed towers can be built, certainly!
Not the engraved miens of kith and keens.

The world suffers not for inadequacies.
But the petulance enshrined in thoughts
Bombs have made deep cuts
In the minds of innocents

We feign resource crunch for malnutrition.
Freezing tears of hunger behind lids
Never felt the dearth of dollars to feed
The ever-expanding hunger of weapon manufactures

Let's fight for boundaries built on million-bones
Don't worry! Peace will follow
When we are tired of killing more
Let's celebrate a shameless victory

We are not short of diplomats, statesmen of repute
To have tamed the flames of pride,
polarized geopolitics, to be blamed first
Silence of the grey hairs, the next.

Let's watch the show behind the coffins of civility
Let's be blind to the ordeal of private individuals
Let's deceive ourselves, say it's none of our business
Till our own backyard is set on fire.

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