Rage, rage at the sight of devastation
Violent noise hisses past me as I scrabble to clear bricks.
A child appears from nowhere in shocked disbelief, the chubby legs unsteady.
An arm reaches out but it can no longer touch the small figure, as a column of cement
and dust take the mother’s life away and all is quiet.
Death is quiet
The hissing noise lands somewhere ahead – a building crumbles, rumbles amidst plumes of
dust and smoke to the ground.
Not a soul stirs anywhere, frightening, quiet.
Death is quiet
No one has asked for this, how did it happen? A country taken in violent destruction.
The savagery of one man has torn a country apart and shocked the worlds very soul.
Rage, rage at man. A human form but not a human being. Barbaric, brainless. A killer.
Death is quiet
Ukraine June 2022
