BECAUSE…
February 24th…

I’ve seen too much of it.
Read too much about it.
Heard too much of it.
And now I am hurting
from too much of it.

39 days ago,
Life went to hell in Ukraine.
Since 24 February
thousands of citizens
have fled their country,
hundreds upon hundreds more
have died,
Because.

Men, Women, Children…
(oh, the children!)
The children always suffer the most.
Virginal to the ways of the world,
a world so foreign to their ways of thinking,
to the ways they were brought up,
to the ways they had no way of knowing about,
To the ways they still don’t understand.
To the way they should never have had to wonder about,
to learn about, to try to understand.
The lessons these children have learned, are learning,
will be with them until they take their last breath,
even for decades and decades…
They may never be able to figure it out in their heads.

Cities blown off the face of the maps,
buildings, neighborhoods,
hospitals, schools, families, ….. PEOPLE!
None of that could withstand the might of the bombs or bullets…
Because…

Because.

I see families burying their lost loved ones
in common ground,
not in cemetaries,
because it is too dangerous
to try to do things the right way any more.
Because.

Home-made sticks for crosses for quickly dug shallow graves,
and there are too many of those.

I’ve seen these things before, and…
and I am so very tired of seeing them now.
Because…
It just doesn’t make a hell of a lot of sense.

Lives, homes, apartments, buildings,
schools and hospitals, burned out and empty,
leaving those who lived and worked there
to wander dazed, to wonder why…?
People who had no interest in politician’s ambitions,
no understanding of the whys of battles and bombs and bullets,
or of the sounds they hear and fear constantly…
Because…

Mister Putin has this insane idea that he will be remembered as
a great person….
I doubt that is how most will remember him.
He has his mindset his way, he thinks his way,
and the numbers of those he has hurt, those he will hurt,
they are just numbers and they do not mean anything to him….
Not even the soldiers he sends into harm’s way to do his bidding for him.
They are just a means to an end, and he believes his own lies,
his own damaged mind’s dreams…
and now that he has done this much, has gone this far,
he cannot stop and he cannot back away.
Because.

I keep checking the news,
hoping, praying,
that I will see his obitiuary,
a notice that he is dead and gone.
Because.

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