Another Mariupol

Mariupol
my heart bleeds,
lifelessness
sounds hard,
wait
you'll come back
alive, thanks to your
resilience,

I'd never ever want this
horrid scene to replay
on any stage,
so
I'd not blame one
country alone,
for if I do,
the curse in vain
will befall
again;

in another unfortunate
zone now standing tall,
there'll be another
Mariupol,

Mariupol,
will anyone question
how this happened,
who is responsible
for this,
is it one single
bad apple that had 
ruined the bar,
or are there other
stars too,
notoriously
networking a toxic
oligopoly,

if we didn't bring all
the cards to the
table, and overhauled
the reasons, then the
nefarious act to overpower
the global wherewithal
would see another
Mariupol,

Mariupol
is a reality, the vast
diaspora of soldiers,
people, refugees
die, flee, and cry
on the real ground,
it's not an orchestrated
sinfonietta
negotiated at the opera
if at all,
scaffolding another
Mariupol,

if you asked all
the leaders of the
countries to come
on to the field
as commoners,
as residents
of the planet,
they'd willingly yield,
none would defend
their stances,
some
would throw up 
that disastrously negative
and terrifying opium,
the one that for years
had intoxicated them
in a self-defeating entente,
they'd delete the playbook,
discard the game, and
join the peoples
of the world,
weep in unison
for the departed
souls,

'they' would reappear
as 'we', on the dais
the refrain would play
on the theatre hall,
we'd all sing along, 
we don't want the
repetition of another
Mariupol 

written by a second language writer from a third world country