Kramatorsk Train Station
where over four thousand people
were standing around the railway station
and on the platform
waiting to go and get to safety;
they wanted to protect themselves
from bombs and bullets
that the war was imposing upon them
but time had a different story to tell
as one ballistic missile blasted over them
and took away their precious lives
while some got fatally wounded.
Yes, it was at the Kramatorsk Train Station
where suddenly over fifty people lost their lives
though they were never expecting that
it would be the place where they would stop to breathe
or where they would get injured
as they were only waiting there
to get on a train that would take them away
from the war and its brutalities.
With new hopes of safety in their gloomy eyes,
they were waiting when suddenly
a rocket blew up the station
and dissolved their dreams into tears.
Is this what fate had envisioned for them?
Is this what mercy forgot to divert
that without any chance to escape
they had to face such a pathetic end?
Why was destiny so terrible
that as they wait to flee from a war and its dangers,
as they wait to escape and release their fears,
out of nowhere, out of the skies
comes a rocket and destroys their hopes,
their dreams, their nightmares
and puts them to eternal sleep?
Can this ever be justified
that for the sake of war and its fierceness,
will innocent people keep dying
and getting constantly injured
for no faults of theirs
or for no worth or gain they will attain?
How will life ever resume
the calmness of time in Ukraine
if war will propel deaths and destruction
without any merit or value?
How will Ukraine ever find its platform of peace
if grief will keep mounting everywhere, every time?
How will tears stop from the eyes of people
if Ukraine will suffer so constantly?
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