Kurama
(Japan)
A POET FROM SEVERODONETSK
To flee the heavily-bombed city.
My "craziest journey" by bicycle unharmed.
From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut.
At least two air strikes near me.
There were holes on the road.
Everything there was smashed up.
It's a frontline road, after all.
Thank God, there were no corpses.
If one shell landed close then
most likely ‘orcs’ wouldn’t hit there again.
I could hear ‘orcs’ warplanes coming from a distance.
I found a ditch to lie in and laid.
When I was riding my bike,
I didn't really feel fear so much.
It was more a sense of anger:
“This is my land, this is my country!”
“Whether you like it or not,
I will complete this journey!”
This feeling kept me going.
A sporting anger, a positive anger.
Now I'm just on the way to Kyiv.
And once I get there I’ll get a good rest.
But as soon as the opportunity arises,
All I want to do is help my home town again.
Source: https://www.koryu-meets-chess.info/
Please read the original story on the BBC news :
Please read more poems by Kurama about 2022 russian invasion of Ukraine:
"Aware of a poet?
Aware of a poet?
A poet of Cossack broods over the land.
Not noting a bullet.
Not noting a bullet.
You see a poet of Cossack in Borodyanka."
(Kurama)