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This weeks prompt: “War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

Cry from Ukraine

War is at the doorstep
What do you expect from me?
To pick up guns and ammo
or let the enemy be?
There is no point to fighting
for we were already free
Please go back to Russia
So we don’t have to flee.

War is at the doorstep.
What do you expect me to do?
Take away my family?
Abandon all that we knew?
For war is always ugly
and this one without cause
Our world must come together
There is no time to pause.
People here are dying
Lives are all at stake.
How many people do we lose?

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #219

• Fiction
• Creative Writing
• Poetry
• Writing Challenges
• Creativity

War is at the doorstep, what do you expect me to do?

It’s late now, your heart is laden with rue,

Brace yourself, to see a sea of graves, reaching the horizon,

Endless names of unsung heroes, inscribed on monoliths, forever gone,

Martyred for a selfish cause, decorated posthumously,

An appearance of caring generously,

Brace yourself, for scars of wars are invincible,

Wounds embedded deep in the psyche of the living gullible,

Hope and pray, no more, we wake to sounds of bugles and bombs,

Hope and pray, the future wakes to sounds of love and laughter that embraces all homes,

For, we are the world, we are it’s people,

We can make a better day, our voices should not be feeble.

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A poised and calm chiseled, exterior, she portrayed,

In her head, a flurry of activity, all frayed,

She played along, thinking on her feet,

His diabolic heart, cloaked in dripping graciousness replete,

She did read; biding time, was her game,

Till the opportune moment came,

To escape, the big marauding cat, on a dare,

To trap an unsuspecting prey ( so he thought ), in his snare.

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The twins were inseparable. They were identical twins, most people would confuse one for the other.Tarun, did not have to look in the mirror, to see his reflection; it was right there in the form of Varun. They were similar in many ways as well, in their thinking and sensitivities. So connected were they, that one appeared as the shadow of the other. The first nine years of their lives were spent in entwined, inalienable bliss.The sun stopped shining on them,when a severe drought hit their region. Their father was a small time farmer, selling to middlemen. He earned enough and more for their sustainance, enough to meet their not so fancy needs.

Circumstances changed overnight, at the blink of an eyelid. Their father, unable to cope with financial pressures, took the easy way out. He left them high and dry, to fend for…

“War is at the doorstep. What do you expect me to do?”

His question was open ended, and both of them knew the answer. There was nothing they could do at such a hostile country. They had the power, and nobody was doing anything to stop them.

Fear at what could happen to the world if other countries got involved in what looked like a border conflict. The difference seventy years made, didn’t help the helpless. They woke up to bombs and tanks rolling down the streets. They woke up to the news that their country was being engulfed in pain. They woke up, and everything was different.

“Nothing, nothing but look after your family, keep them safe.”

What’s the worst that can happen? He wanted to keep his family safe, but the only way to do that was to leave his country.