Western Ukraine

Lviv train station

by Phillip Brady

I saw her at the station,

Eyes down, bewilderment.

Six weeks in a bunker where bombs fell.

False information spread, 

Shrapnel of lies causing confusion. 

The train, in waiting,

War crimes reminiscent, images indelible.

Now looking west, 

Towards Poland, Moldova, Romania, anywhere, a border, 

With a different sunrise, any sunrise.

A child, trusting for her salvation,

Sent by her parents who stayed behind 

To fight for a future, any future, 

Their own warrants signed,

Hoping that a corridor would open to freedom.

Then another bomb dropped

On a Station.

Dr. Phillip Brady

Philip Brady is a doctor and poet who lives in Edenderry, Ireland
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