A Letter to Politicians

By Arshpreet Kaur

This is a poem on the current situation of war between Russia and Ukraine, it elaborates the story of the common people and how the ego of politicians makes common people's life hell.

Dear politicians,
It’s a humble request: kindly leave us to live our way.
For a very long time, we were suffering from pain.
We had just recuperated and revived from it,
But why—why did you spoil everything again?

Your stubborn behavior and atrocious ways
Murdered many lives,
Closed our leeways.
Why can’t you understand the common people’s soreness?

You are just sitting on a chair and making evil games.
You know you are safe in your Z cave;
No one can even touch your shade.
But why are you making us the X,
Just to quench your thirst?

At one glance, you changed the day.
The blue open sky turned into the smoke of hell.
The blissful morning, where birds were chirping
And dancing in their own ways,
Converted into a huge explosion of waves.

The kindergarten, where little angels played—
They all vanished as you destroyed their place
And made it a battle space.

The cold winter is melting because of fire flames.
The joyful vibes switched into bloodshed.
The wonderful city turned into the silence of graveyards.
Everywhere—mangled ways.
Some die of hunger, some are killed by shells.
Some are evacuated, some still stranded here.
Some are giving birth to new ones
Under this horrific phase.

For you, war is a game,
But ask those who lost their loved ones in a day.
A mother lost her son,
A son lost his dad,
A wife who designed a beautiful life with her mate—
You snatched her fate.

Those who were born to complete their families—
You made them lone.
You shattered their dreams,
You extinguished their fortunes.

Just to satisfy your ego,
You played such a horrendous game.
I think you are a demon in the layer of a human.
In history, you must be unforgivable.
Whatever it is, no one can return our loved ones.
No one can heal our aches.
Though we have hearts, inside they are pale.

Many tormented souls wander here and there,
Incessantly cursing you—
Which will become nightmares for you.
You will never live a serene life,
Because you are responsible for this genocide.
This genocide.