All angels are gone from Mariupol

Perched upon a sluggish sky, The sun’s unwilling to shine. As freshly snow veils what stands below, Your prayers all drowned out by the roars of war. Your lungs strain for a breath of air, Your frozen feet won’t allow to flee. Your clouded eyes gaze into the void, There your mother lies seeming like a broken doll. Beyond the smoke that shades the dread, All angels now are gone. The angels have fled from Mariupol ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your lungs strain for breath of air, Your frozen feet won’t allow to flee. Your clouded eyes gaze into the void, Not a sprout will bloom from this wasteland. Pictures taken from: American civil war 1861-1865, Crimean war 1853-1856 Russo-Japanese war 1904-1905. Music written, performed and ( alas! ) sung by Bored-Byron