In Ukraine's heart, a tempest brews,

A land once peaceful, now abused.

Amidst the fields and rivers wide,

A crimson stain, where hope had died.

From distant lands, the shadows came,

With fervent hearts and tongues of flame.

Their eyes alight with bitter scorn,

They sowed the seeds of war's cruel morn.

The echoes of a thousand cries,

Through shattered homes and darkened skies,

Resound in souls who bear the weight,

Of loss and grief, of love abate.

In Donetsk's streets, the children weep,

While mothers, broken, vigil keep.

The sound of gunfire, ever near,

A haunting song, a constant fear.

Luhansk, a city torn apart,

Where brothers fought with heavy heart.

In brotherhood, they once were bound,

Now foes in trenches, homeward bound.

Yet in this tale of woe and strife,

A glimmer shines to claim our life.

The strength of love, a beacon bright,

Guiding hearts through darkest night.

Amidst the rubble and debris,

Unyielding hope fights to be free.

In unity, they rise above,

A testament to human love.

A plea for peace, like flowers bloom,

Amidst the smoke, a sweet perfume.

Let not this land be torn apart,

But mend the wounds, embrace each heart.

For in the end, we must recall,

That love can conquer, heal all.

Let peace descend on Ukraine's soil,

And mend the hearts that war did spoil.

In forty-six lines, we learn this truth,

In war, there's neither victor nor ruth.

Only in unity, we shall thrive,

Together, let compassion revive.