in the shadow of the war

In the shadow of the war,
Early in the morning of February
I will write a poem.
I feel inside me to grow
a small seed of melancholy.
Ukraine a stone in my soul
press, the war, too
many will soon be dead.

The last time I saw you,
you were sad, and too
Old you showed my young friend.

You told us how it feels to be
prisoner of bomb shelters.
You something to me
yet you were able to write
the infamous letter.

I feel inside
the pain of the war, the soul
black. too sooty
in the world after
the bombing.

Brother can you me
tell you what it feels like,
when you kill another human being?