A poem from Zacharias Mbizo’s Ukrainian Apocalypse
Every day, new figures are reported about deaths in Ukraine. At the same time, the abstract numbers make it easy to forget that each figure represents a personal fate and the immeasurable suffering of the victims‘ families.
He was your son,
your bridge into the future
in the sea of decay.
Now you are drifting helplessly
in the waves of oblivion.
He was your father,
your light buoy
in the sea of darkness.
Now you are drifting aimlessly
in the waves of uncertainty.
He was your brother,
your mirror image
in the sea of alienation.
Now you are drifting rootless
in the waves of questions.
He was your friend,
your island of love
in the sea of hatred.
Now you are drifting defenceless
in the waves of violence.
He was everything to you.
But for them, he was just
a drop in the sea,
the splinter of a piece of flotsam
in the waves of war.
Image: Käthe Kollwitz (1867 – 1945): The Parents; Sheet no. 3 from the cycle „War“ (1921/22); Cologne, Käthe Kollwitz Museum
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