In The Darkest Days (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

In the darkest days I recall your name,
while Russians do with weapons the Ukraine blast;
it takes me back to days of a near distant past:
when under Russian control Cubans came.

The victors of that war have no acclaim:
those that to survive alone stood fast,
in a changed history they are over-past.
In your heart for new martyrs burns a flame:

the love for the fellow man personified,
to do to extradited the greatest good,
pain for the countless that has in vain died,
for heroes by the world misunderstood;
while no one do with the brave Ukraine side
against a godless merciless multitude.