Why do you look like them?
Maybe you are brothers?
No, our hands intertwined
not in a hug, but in a fight
Our blood was mixed with the soil
they took our harvest from
Our eyes cried with tears
that turned into ice
behind the gates of our warm cities
we were thrown out
Our language was burned alive
screaming on the Maidan
And we picked up the foreign one
as if someone else's gun
We learned from the books of our captors
all the paths in the prison labyrinth
Our mother cursed us
to look like the murderers
not like our killed father
So we would die not in a slaughterhouse
but in the fight
So, when our fight begins
Don't ask us
Why do we look like those
who have been killing us for so long
Victoria Amelina (1986 - 2023) Ukraine
Translated by Darya Zorka
Source: From My Heart
Maybe you are brothers?
No, our hands intertwined
not in a hug, but in a fight
Our blood was mixed with the soil
they took our harvest from
Our eyes cried with tears
that turned into ice
behind the gates of our warm cities
we were thrown out
Our language was burned alive
screaming on the Maidan
And we picked up the foreign one
as if someone else's gun
We learned from the books of our captors
all the paths in the prison labyrinth
Our mother cursed us
to look like the murderers
not like our killed father
So we would die not in a slaughterhouse
but in the fight
So, when our fight begins
Don't ask us
Why do we look like those
who have been killing us for so long
Victoria Amelina (1986 - 2023) Ukraine
Translated by Darya Zorka
Source: From My Heart
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