Do you feel the weight?
Of radio-active clouds
Hanging over stolen ground
Do you hear the birds singing?
Is that peaceful sound
Do you hear warning sirens howl?
Resonating like old war songs
When bombs are guided into sacred ground
Fires from hell destroying beds and towns
As ashen children wander over burnt ground
Home is a communal air-raid shelter
Where families fearfully huddle together underground
The torn loyalties of alien soldiers
Tread lightly and warily upon broken ground
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022