Harrowing Hours
too far to run to,
an oasis for only some,
hunkered down in their corridors
when the Shaheds come...
the whine of the missiles,
the whizz of the drones,
awake on their mats
when sleep will not come...
a bag at the ready
ever ready to run
to head for shelter
when the Moskals come...
a people exhausted
by years of war, terror,
holding onto humanity
Hoping sleep will come...
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