Monday, 21 March 2022
As the Russian attacks on Ukraine continue I have written another poem. On this,World Poetry Day 2022, it's been a cathartic thing to do. Perhaps it will help others who are kind enough to read it, too.
Tears
When each time you hear
the news your heart melts
like snow in spring
when each time you think
of those innocent men, women
and children suffering
your tears come like rain
no matter how hard you
try to hide them
That is how it is for me
and thousands of others
sympathetic to the plight
of Ukrainians persecuted
so cruelly, locked in a
war not of their making
If my tears could make rivers
in regions of drought; if my
tears could rebalance the
acidity of the world's oceans,
seed forests, provide fresh
drinking water in areas where
there is none; if my tears could
do even one of those things at
least they would have purpose
But no, my tears are only of
sorrow; a pain that grows with
each day this awful war goes on
my tears are the story of my
helplessness, my regret in
being able to do no more
than share a nation's grief
through a few humble
words of poetry
yet somehow I dare to hope
against all the odds that these
words will bring comfort
to those who need it as much as
writing them has brought solace
to me in this terrible time of terror
© Carola Huttmann, 21 March 2022
