Ukraine
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A different draft.A late desertionafter seeing me tremblein arms, not an infant.Under rubble, not buriedunder blankets of white.My breaths, she listenedfor some bare strip of hopeto lead me across that rope. One puddle. One reflectionin her tears, not mine.I have fled down enough rivers.I have made emptythese arms, from enough heroes. Cowardice became a stain.My
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Mothers tosslast remains of comfort,nestled to their sonsnestled in the sun.Some Reaperbrought them to sleep.Somewhere in Hell,the fire yellsthe sounds for the knell,as the funeral burns, to thewalks towards the sea. As all masked facesare singing for lifelessness,in the emotionlessstances, to the stance of the patriotwarring to the war of caught soilin their eyes. As
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To the eyes, to the moonlit part of earthen eyelids that winter shut, that night had hid beneath where bones are forming trails in the scattered dirt. Life above, pages below written in the earliest hour, laid in the latest light. A soldier’s cross, a mother’s woe, while faces, the same in glance to what
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She runs, crawlsthe same pace as her infantthat starves in her hand.Counting the scarsembedded in the earth,where faces sink in their tears,where sicknessis a choir’s song. Counting the stretcheseither on a furthering roador this mother’s belly.Naming the markswhere a child escapedeither from heror from its home. A funeral, with the leavesleftover from a resented autumn.Much
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When will the lion’s jawsclose to the stench of a wound,while a mother’s arms are aflamefor the warmth of her child? While the soldier prayswhere the night stands still,in the sight of knees against sand,there are fatherswho grace the motherland. Bullets on paper,bombs to heat the shelter.Loneliness revisits the eyes,apart from unificationto the outskirts of
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“When character is neglected for its objective value, then no matter the title to the leadership position, leadership, itself, becomes ruined.” – Modern Romanticism The definition of leadership is not meant to be subjective. Although, some fools will take the meaning of a thing that it defines itself to whatever a person says it means.
Modern Romanticism 