We were a peaceful people,

weren’t we?

Our quiet noise was left

unheard,

unnoticed.

Our allies are strongly naive,

for we are east

and they are west.

Our neighbor is loudly cunning.

His noise,

it brings a deadly silence with it. 

We hear him,

the world hears him,

yet we heard nothing too late.

We were a peaceful people,

weren’t we?

Cities filled with deafening empty homes  

as people flee.

But the brave, they stay, 

they wait. 

With their few words they make the 

world listen. 

A fearful resilience as they bleed for

freedom.

The guns they raise stand no chance,

yet they stand

unwavering.

Afraid, for they know the price they’ll pay,

for no man’s land

is a dangerous game.

Experience begins to build with each passing day;

a prayer is whispered.

In desperate bravery soldiers rise  

defying bombs

and bullets. 

Where have our allies gone?

With the Ghost of Kiev our skies stay blue; 

snipers on high to protect the grounds

and rain their strength

without fear.

No fear.

You cannot have fear here. 

For their people and their home

they will fight

as if they’ve already won. 

We were a peaceful people

weren’t we?

Maybe those in history were right–

it truly is war

for peace.