Russian Glide Bombs: A Perilous Dance

Through the embattled skies, they gracefully glide,
Each bomb a symbol of destruction and strife.
Ukraine, weary from the havoc, cannot hide,
The terror inflicted by these weapons of life.

Invisible killers, they strike undetected,
Unseen harbingers of despair and dread.
Ukraine’s spirit, resolute but affected,
Battles against the bombs’ merciless spread.

Explosions shatter the peace, once serene,
A somber symphony of sorrow’s refrain.
Ukraine’s resilience, unwavering, seen,
Amidst the chaos these bombs maintain.

Moscow’s dark dance, an ominous choreography,
Designing new horrors to unleash once more.
Ukraine’s skies remain filled with their alchemy,
As the world watches, gripped by this war.

A nation’s plea echoes through the night,
May peace, not bombs, color the sky above.
Ukraine endures, with unwavering might,
In this battle for justice, hope, and love.

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