Навіщо. What For

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Right now

I'll write

Just with words,

And you say them aloud.

This is the only thing I can do

As only the word can rise to the sky

And fly to Ilovaysk,

Protect from mortars, Grad missile launchers, tornados,

Hate, treachery, despair

My adopted son and his brothers-in-arms

Who today, right these minutes

Came out of hell into another hell.

This is why a so many words are badly needed

Of kindness and love

To cover all the battalions

With an impenetrable umbrella,

An armored dome,

Mom's hands.

29 August 2014