Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.
Pray for Ukraine
This was not a poem I wanted to write. It is a poem that I felt necessary to write. I had to express the hurt I was feeling within myself as I watched all the destruction in Ukraine on television. At times, I feel anger because people worldwide worry about gas prices more than the pain and suffering of other humans. And, of course, I am sickened by such an inhumane being like Putin. There was no reason for this war and no valid purpose to continue it. But most of all, I had to validate the bravery of the Ukrainian people and the awe I have when I hear them talk so lovingly of their country and the courage they have to defend it against a tyrant. I hope that all of the Russians start to understand the absolute unnecessary action of their leader and will join the brave others who have already walked in protest against this atrocity. I am sad.
I Stand With Ukraine!
Do we mourn the deaths of the dead? Do we give
afterthought to their beautiful
For our own souls fear death as it nears. But the truth is
not many strangers will remember the
As an empath who does feel pardon to drown my
memories in tears of an unknown ghost's
I do wonder why there are so few who can feel
those mourning Mom's
Where is the internal human tie that should bond us?
Where is the unified decency of kindness?
As others all over the world petty about higher petrol
for their clunkers, we empaths cannot find a simple
We weep through the clash of this war only witnessed.
Our souls ache tortured for those who are living the cruel
Grasping the unjust of it all. Feeling heavy to know that it was
a selfish oligarch's demand to
He looks at innocent families as waste. Putin has sealed his fate
as a sickening historical
The scorned child who grew up to fester a vengeance-- to
practice Stalin's reign to eliminate all who offend
Playing with people like they were toy soldiers. I can
Imagine his little child smile-- crooked, evil, eerily
And although it may seem he has found a way to feed his
adult greed-- by buckling eastbound and down in a military
The victors will be planted in the soil of the land and
written about fondly within the laws of their
They are the folks who fly yellow and blue with honor. And stand
tall through Vladimir's attempts at unwanted
They are heroes and citizens who fight through the strain
and will forever be known as the mighty
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