Free Ukraine

g emil reutter

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Shevchenko Stirs in His Grave

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The bear continues to paw away at lines as the eagle

circles above never landing. The blue shield bends, but holds

as the world watches.

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Shevchenko stirs in his grave

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An angry little man who loves his mirror struts about Moscow

spews lies, hungers for the empire that shattered decades ago.

A little man in search of little Russia plays with soldiers as if they

are toys, each die in the name of his ego.

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Shevchenko stirs in his grave

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Crimea whimpers under the paw of the bear as the little man

dances, tanks pass through the old square. He ignores mothers

of Ukraine and Russia weeping for loved ones lost.  He catches

his reflection, admires himself, puffs out his chest, wants

to be taller.

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Shevchenko stirs in his grave

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White Gyrfalcon ascends the blue gray skies of Ukraine, gold

trident pointed east, freedom the cause.

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Shevchenko stirs in his grave

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Taras Shevchenko is the national poet of Ukraine.

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It’s Happened Before 

The Holodomor: A Genuine Genocide

https://northofoxford.wordpress.com/2020/03/01/the-holodomor-a-genuine-genocide/

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