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In The Early Morn I Sensed A War Unfold
Foreboding II
22 February 2022, 03.30 GMT
What I feared and doubted would happen has happened. Putin has ordered his troops into two breakaway pro-Russian regions in the East of Ukraine. His expansion plans are being rolled out under the guise of a peace and protection mission.
A time for reckoning and though I fear it, I will bravely face death knowing that if, and when, it comes to my doorstep I will be one among many and embrace it. A comfort under the grey skies looming red.
But now I stand on the edge of the world as hundreds of trucks with sad lights pass me by pushing their way through streaks of heavy water pounding through my brain, my eyes wet, blinded by the chilled dankness of lashing rain, the trucks trudge by, full steam ahead and plunge into the quagmire.
Birds move to sing way too early, their peace disturbed, they pipe a tune awry, off-tune — why this doom while flags unfurl and fireworks spark amid pink and yellow smoke.
The wind has started up again — I feel a sudden pain clutch my heart, not an attack I hope as I hold my breath.
I exhale alone this early morning at half-past three as I lie awake and await the dawn.
