cloudy,shady, with the sun still visible above the clouds
green all around where I am walking, along Buangkok
and I can't stem the torrent of thoughts flooding my brain
what would it be like to be a Ukranian today, hiding in a bunker
dreading the sirens and whirrs and explosions of missiles
or to be a Russian today at the supermarket in another country and find yourself unable to swipe your card to pay
I stand at the atm at Hougang 1 mall, and think
what if I try to draw money and nothing comes out
and now i have no means to buy bread
or a Ukrainian I queue to buy bread a d get blown off my feet
buying bread should not be this difficult
not for Ukrainians who may jabe to dodge a bomb to do so
or for Russians whose cash is held in banks they can't access
when I kiss my child bye bye as I drop her at primary school
I wouldn't want to dream of having to rush back to find her because her school was bombed
I don't want to know that terror
nobody does
to be a parent is already to inherit a lifetime of worry
but to be a parent in wartime...
putin needs to go, be silenced forever
he lies to his people
his people are starving
and he is warring
for himself not his country
not his country
Ukrainians and Russians are like family brothers and sisters
families fight but they don't war
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