You, who we used to call
« Little Russia »
You see your sons fall
and your people flee
This big sister
who loved you so
is in fact a dictator
sowing chaos and pain
Is this how
history
and kinship
have transformed Kiev
your birthplace
into a martyr under attack?
And all its children
with their parents
on the roads of exodus?
To all these innocent people
I dedicate this ode
to the tomorrows
where
against the mad temptation
of the atom
peace will reign
between men
Kamal Zerdoumi, 2022
English translation, Sebastian Abbo, 2022