1.11. In Bucha town

in Bucha town the people roam between the ruins they called their home. 500 loved ones, now out of sight. the perpetrators, they denied. I search my partner and my son. they've not been seen by anyone. followed paths without a trail. checked bodybags to no avail. through streets of Bucha flow the tears. the world has eyes, the guilt is clear. the blatant lies can't wash away. God sets it straight on judgement day. I call for justice, call for truth. Putins demise would do me good. my battered soul now craves for peace. justice done is my release. why these murders? why this violence? Why his hate? Ukraine's burden, our defiance, every day. through streets of Bucha flow the tears. the world has eyes, the guilt is clear the blatant lies can't wash away God sets it straight on judgement day.