When I went back Back to Maidan Square today To pay homage Where the memories of the fallen lay To my knees I fell Not to pray No Not to pray Unheard in these words The young girl Crying, weeping Soothed by her mother In front Of her father's picture Among all the other pictures Was too much for me Too much to see And thankfully My view was blurred By my tears




Ain a deeply moving piece of witness poetry with a heavy, singular gravity. You capture that ‘second wave’ of grief, that hits not during the event itself, but when returning - this fragmented style works so well for the subject matter ♥️
A moving poem. Trump has moved focus from Ukraine to Iran. I hope nobody forgets the suffering of Ukrainians. Keep reminding the rest of the world with your poetry, Ain.