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Gloria Mindock

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Bucha

A tragedy
The sky turned red
Blood
The Russian soldiers fed

With force, with guns
A village now hostage
They rounded up who they could
Pulling them out of their houses
Hands tied behind backs

Screams, shots, rape, brutality
Families watched their loved ones
Murdered

HORROR

The world cries with hearts broken
But does not help
Sends weapons only
Making victims of all of us

Souls of the deceased will never rest
Until freedom is achieved
The broken land rejoined

Standing with Ukraine
The colors of your flag raised
Blend in with the sky
Sunflowers wilted
But soon will bloom
As evil is defeated

Bucha, we love you

Gloria Mindock is editor of Červená Barva Press. She is the author of 6 poetry collections, and 3 chapbooks. Her poems have been published and translated into eleven languages. Her recent book is ASH (Glass Lyre Press, 2021) won 7 book awards and was translated into Serbian by Milutin Durickovic and published by Alma Press. Her new book, “Grief Touched the Sky at Night” is forthcoming from Glass Lyre Press. Gloria was the Poet Laureate in Somerville, MA in 2017 & 2018. www.gloriamindock.com












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