We Wept by the Rivers

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This poem is a work of fiction inspired by real-life events. The views and opinions expressed in this poem are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of any individual, organization, or government. The poem is intended to promote empathy, understanding, and peace.

Courtesy, Chrissaint Trivett, Author.

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By the ruins of Mariupol, we sat and wept. 

Our hearts heavy with sorrow, our spirits slept. The memories of peace, a distant, fading light. A bittersweet reminder of our lost delight.

In this besieged city, we hung our hopes on high. A symbol of our resilience, our mournful sigh,

The bombs of war, a constant, deadly stream. A reminder of our struggle, our future unseen.

Through streets once filled with laughter, now death does reign. The echoes of our footsteps, a haunting, mournful refrain. We search for solace, a respite from the pain. A fleeting glimpse of hope, amidst the ruin and the stain.

The world outside may whisper, "You are not alone." But in our darkest moments, it's hard to find our way back home. We yearn for peace, for calm, for an end to the fight. A chance to rebuild, to heal, and to revive the light.

Yet still we hold on to hope, a beacon in the night. A flame that flickers softly, guiding us through the darkest plight. And though our hearts are heavy, our spirits worn and weak. We'll rise again, we'll find a way, for our future to speak. Let the violence end, and our dear ones come home to a brighter, more loving dawn.