At A Street In Kyiv (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I see skyscrapers and apartments burning,
in normal people's lives great devastation,
a dazed little boy slowly turning,
great fear on his face from the situation

The shattered buildings from missile strikes
with pieces of rubble falling as they crumble,
crying over this that the boy dislikes
and ahead a old man does stumble and grumble:

something about old mad-men that still rule,
Russian fighters pass over burning smoke
where I come to wounded people the scene is cruel.
In her own blood a little blonde girl does choke.

This is imagined from a picture before me,
where far more terrible is the true reality.