O Ukraine

Gentle land of stillbirth
Small stunted lamb
Denied a baby's breath.
Infant eyes bright with visions
Swallowed by the shadows.
How I would hold you to my heart
Sate your consuming hunger
Respire your spirit
If I only had the cure.
Breathe freedom
Breathe virtue
Breathe love
Or not.
But breathe
O Ukraine.

srvh
7/4/00

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