The Capital of Kiev

A place of beauty

Of magnificence

Of duty

A place of glory

Of bright minds and

Of shining stars

A place of gorgeous white columns

Where marble climbs the buildings,

And pictures of old adorn the walls

It is a place of structure,

Where great speakers come to speak

Of the splendor of Kiev

It is a place of revolt

Where people run screaming in the streets

Fighting for their lives as they cry

Fighting for a cause

Fighting for their city

Fighting for Kiev

A place of war

Of bombs and of fire

And of rage

A place of destruction

Of love ones lost and

Of love ones never found

A place of smoke and flame

Billowing up into the great grey sky

The orange flames burning everything in their wake

It is a place of chaos

Where the screams of the dead

Cannot be hidden from the living

A place of mourning

Of broken hearts

Of words left unsaid

A place of memories

Of the once shining Kiev

Of the first fire

A place of ruin

Of families broken

Of marble crumbling

It is a ghost city

Where people walk dead in the streets

Where people stay hidden in their homes

It is a place of divide

Where opinions differ and

The sides have been chosen

It is a place of turmoil

Where the cries of bloodshed will always be heard

In the once magnificent capital of Kiev