Poetry for Ukraine
The Forest Near Irpin
In the forest near Irpin Pines grew roots into unexploded mines With blood in their terpenes Mass graves fed sosna too thin Decaying bodies weren’t hard to find In the forest near Irpin Beautiful trees surrounded The forgotten victims of humankind With blood in their terpenes You and I funded their sin Every time we fuelled up, we pretended to be blind Of the forest near Irpin A starving child ate pine resin Mother looked him in the eye and cried as he died With blood in his terpenes The trees did not ever win They composted victims of genocide In the forest near Irpin With blood in their terpenes
Haiku Poetry for Ukraine
Cost of Convenience
Cost of convenience Had invaded our Ukraine In blood we had paid
This Good Land
Our food was taken This good land was forsaken Beauty mistaken
A Note on the Ukrainian Text
Ukrainian text for the images is intended to say, “Forest by Tim Heartwood.” Translation by Microsoft Translator.
How to Help Ukraine
The best thing you can do to stop war is to stop buying gasoline. Donations help victims after the fact, but do nothing to prevent war. Ukraine is not alone. Armenia was also invaded in 2021 for its natural resources.
Poetry for Ukraine
Survive
But we will survive Our home landscape and forest We will stay alive
Tim Heartwood is an indie author of eco fiction.
Human stories, harmonized with nature.
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