From Bethlehem to Kyiv
By Lynn Ockersz In bombed-out Kyiv, Homeless folk are in a huddle, Hunger gnawing their innards, Chill winds knifing their sad faces, Their once comfy cottages, Now just heaps of rubble, In mindless missile mayhem, Unleashed by tyrants, Driven by power hunger, But all this has ancient roots, In the birth of a certain babe, […]
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