UKRAINE IS BLEEDING

Ukraine is bleeding
The world is screaming
Tempers rise
When a missile flies

My heart trembles
Knowing all these troubles
But in it have I kept
The pure prophecy
Something worth more than a mere fallacy

Souls are dying
Innocent, weak and weary
Fragile heart can't stop crying
For their eyes are so teary

Have seen the first, second
And now the imminent third
But the oppressed is just a cradle
No match for his enemy's needle

The day is too young for the assault
The night, too weak to bear the result
The midnight is pregnant with destruction
Will the day bring any satisfaction?