Anatoly it's grim here. You’ve done the right thing.
Now I’ll move our old man from this crazed happening.
We'll dodge the stray bullet, shield from the shell
Sprint past the sniper, we’re living in hell.
Ghost stories are written in this underground place,
Five flickering candles light up this dank space.
The roaming of rats is our only distraction.
While we wait for the signal that starts off the action.
The boom of the sirens signals more pain
As sharp shrapnel fragments shower us like rain.
Anatoly I'm hungry, I'm tired and so cold.
But on this front line the heart needs to be bold!
Noisy children fall silent as their parents can't cope
In Kharkiv my hometown that once held such hope.
The blood of the innocents has been spilt yet again
In this fierce fight for freedom,
For our homeland, Ukraine.
