The Slaughter In Mariupol Poem by Gert Strydom

When I think about things in the city Mariupol:
I see refugees and children shot down,
more bombs loaded into Russian weapons:
a person realizes the Russians are far past mad,

my blood wants to coagulate from fright
while China and Russia does twist the truth,
judgement here betrays the heartlessness of people,
the blood of children a person finds spot upon spot,

where those that flee are massacred murderously,
I am taken on: on God and the Russians
as if no God or higher being does exist,
while buildings do crumble into rubble,
for Russian bloodlust I am past tired,
as if this life meaningless does turn around man.
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People say pity and empathy has got nothing to do
with religion but with attitude,
while the news of horrid destruction brings me pain,
I see evil in the people's disposition.

When the Russians bombard a theatre in Mariupol,
hospitals do in ruins burn,
I see blood drying on pave-stones
and then I wonder: what is the true meaning of life,

where it is written in Russian here are children,
that it can be seen from satellites from space,
then I wonder what evil spirit exists in man,
if openly without conscience the Russians do serve Lucifer?

Hindu people believe that something living is in everything,
evolution that only the strongest do survive,
about love for God and humanity Christians have knowledge,
where Russia, China and Cuba follow the conflict-theory,

the teachings of Marx that goes along with evolution:
humans do exist for themselves and nothing else.

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When people feel extradited, do despise absolute truth:
a city is destroy to rubble and spots of blood,
where children survive and are coughing in dust and smoke,
mothers die that are pregnant in delivery,

then I know this war is the Satan's power,
that a person cannot heartlessly hide somewhere,
cannot look away, and not do what you must,
and that which happens far away laugh-off.

A see a little girl on a swing where only ruins stand,
absolute truth remains, not that which you and I want to believes,
a dog lying terrified without movement in the road,
Russians killing the population of a country in a kind of madness,
our country our world is upside-down:
what will each one of us tell God on the Judgement Day?