By Mohammad A. Yousef
Roll the dice and see,
Ukraine's fate hangs in the air,
Hope or fear awaits.
Tails may bring the storm,
Change that shakes the land so deep,
Yet heads could mean peace.
In the hearts of all,
Dreams of freedom, strong and bright,
Echo through the night.
With each cast of chance,
Voices rise, a steadfast call,
Together we stand.
Fields of gold and green,
Whispers of a brighter dawn,
Future waits to play.
Unity's power,
Guiding hands to shape the path,
Together we rise.
So we roll the dice,
Casting wishes to the sky,
Futures yet untold.
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