In A Basement In Kyiv Poem by Gert Strydom

It looks chilly where people sit against a concrete wall.
There are eight: A grandfather about my own age,
a husband and beautiful young wife that smiles lovely,
and five children of which the youngest toddler girl is blonde.

They are happy to still be alive
on the second day of the Russian invasion,
they send greetings to fellow believers of a living God.

I am thrilled as they sing a song of trust and praise,
hear sincerity in every single word,
as lovely they harmonize
and the voice of the young wife is clear and true.

This sincere dedication that I notice from a video,
while their lives, their city and world is shattered
and the pure faith in a God that protects
makes a huge impression:

tells me that they are people just as me.