Published September 1, 2022
by Yelyzaveta Monastyrova
(Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire, United Kingdom)
I never knew it was that hard to hate.
That much beyond myself to stop believing
The truths demolished under their weight –
To neither be recovered nor forgiven.
I had the only tongue that would not lie –
Not even tortured seeing them again
Destroy the spring, and hope, and the sky –
This time in its own haunted name.
My world and language – they are no more.
The lucky ones who hate will fare better.
For you who witness just another war
Our murdered culture – does it even matter?
Yelyzaveta Monastyrova: Born in the late 1990s in Dnipro, Ukraine, in the past few years I studied international relations and political science in four European countries before starting a PhD in law at the Open University in the UK. Expressing myself through poetry has been an integral part of my personality since childhood. I currently write in English, Spanish, and Russian.
This poem is included in Poetry World #4, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Axil Poetry and Art:
The Keys to Her Castle
by Elizabeth Anna Hanai
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