War

The shadows echoing the sounds of war
Ukraine, screaming, crying, complaining,
you are familiar with the souls 
of the tanks falling below?
The Devil's Violin, wheezing, it is a voice
crying in the devil.
War time, got it,
the blood is contaminated with Ukrainian land.
The mother of the daughter is soaked with tears,
clothes torn stained with blood tones.
Where to get the magic bell,
a peaceful ripples.
The question in the middle of the tribulation
to live in a cornered the frightened man.