Yesterday: At A Place In The Ukraine (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

To shock and terrorize civilians to the core,
Russian Stalin-organ rocket-launchers did fire
at orphanages to cause great havoc and gore
and as wars do go these circumstances were dire:

Children and teachers ran to find cover elsewhere,
slain lay the killed and Sasha felt horridly aghast.
As bombs rained down there was no safety anywhere,
after other direct hit, Russian fighter-jets flew past.

Some Russian main-battle tanks ran over cars,
as civilians tried to flee, for their lives to escape.
It was night and cold and icy chilly under the stars,
a single battle tank appeared as a frightful shape,

in tears Sasha called to message photos out,
in the distance heard enemy soldiers shout.

[Poet's note: I have a friend with a daughter that works in the Ukraine.]