FOUR YEARS OF FULL-SCALE RUSSIAN INVASION
2022 russia though we'd fall on our knees. We only tied our ankle boots. We fought back.
2023 russia though we'd break, smearing tears across our faces for our loved ones dying. We only applied our war paint.
We fought back.
2024 russia though we'd lost our joy and hope. We loaded them into the magazines of our guns.
We fought back.
2025 russia though we'd no longer wear suits and ties. We keep them under camouflage for Victory Day.
We fought back.
2026 russia though, after all this torture, we'd get tired and surrender our independence, freedom, and dignity. But it only made us stronger, louder, angrier, more resourceful, wilful, and more mindful.
WE ARE STILL FIGHTING.
You can make us go to the bomb shelter, but nobody can make Ukraine go underground. Every goddamn day of this bloody war, our people fought. And continue to fight.
Bleeding, burying our loved ones, pulling children's bodies from under the rubble, losing homes, seeing our lives crumble to dust and resisting the darkness, cold and despair, we live, and we rejoice.
Despite all the prophecies and calculations.
Against natural catastrophes and disasters.
Against overpowering human treachery, conspiracy, and stupidity.
Against all imaginable weapons, hypocrisy, and tyranny.
Against all gods and all odds.
P. S. Thank you, sir Ian McKellen, for this beautiful reading of a poem that feels so true it gets right to the heart. We'd love to have Gendalf the Grey on our side!
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