Feel The Hate
I could feel the hate
As we barrelled down the street.
Memories of Ivan and Mihail
Splattered on concrete.
Expecting to die.
Flinching at every sound.
Bracing for the explosion
To send me oblivion bound.
The old man came cycling around the corner
He saw us up ahead.
I saw his terrified eyes.
Pulled the trigger. He was dead.
Opher – 7.4.2022
I was watching on the news. There was a drone videoing as a cyclist was shot dead by the advancing Russians in Buccha. The street was littered with civilians they had shot.
I wondered why. What was the reason? Why indiscriminately kill civilians.