Broken glass and rubble
Line the streets of Ukraine.
The bombs still fall and
Make the brokenness more broken.
People without homes or hope
Or photos of their mother
Shift their stuff from place to
Maybe safer place or not -
Like the seaweed on a tide
Which only ever seems to ebb.

The twilight of forgetfulness
Makes it hard to see
The tragedy as it unfolds
On page eleven of the Press.
The blinding light of coverage
Is focused on a war torn strip
Twenty-two hundred miles away
Across a broken globe
Where evil is repaying evil
With the guns and bombs of
Armageddon’s Mother.

Blue and yellow ribbons stream
From the flagpole in my yard.
They tell me I must not forget
The plight of tiny Ukraine
As it fights the giant war machine
That craves to own the world.
They tell me I must not forget
The bravery and courage
Of the many little  Davids
Sent to fight Putin’s Goliath.

The world  moves resolutely on
New wars continue to break out
The news jumps in to cover them
And spotlights shift their media glare
To fights perhaps more glamorous
And more fun to report.
But Valiant Ukraine battles on
And I can offer little help
except the headline in my prayers
ljm