SOMETIMES A POEM CANNOT WAIT
From the moment it began, we knew, it was
obvious that peace and freedom were under assault,
Russia had thrown societal norms to the wind.
Under gunmetal gray skies they attacked by air,
killing women, children, destroying hospital, homes
raining hell on the innocents with nowhere to turn.
All we could do was watch, pray and offer paltry aid
in the hope that this proud nation could hold out
negotiate some sort of peace, maintain their freedom,
emerge like the phoenix slowly rising from the rubble.