Holodomor
The genocide of Ukraine
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A prayer worth listening

Hear me out, dear Lord,
for I don't know what I've done.
I have stolen not a penny,
Nor have I been a bad son.
I've done everything you asked, Lord,
so I could keep my family well.
But you seem not to listen,
to the prayers that I spell.
My daughter is passed away, Lord;
she was everything to me.
My son is very ill now,
while my wife can no longer see.
Oh hear me out, Lord,
And take my life if you must,
but please keep my family alive.
Send them some bread crust.

Empty bellies and frozen toes

Mama, my belly is grumbling
and my lips are dry.
My eyes are wet
from the tears I cry.
I can't sit up
for I can hardly speak.
My toes are so cold,
and I feel feverishly weak.
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