Midweek Review
From Bethlehem to Kyiv
By Lynn Ockersz
In bombed-out Kyiv,
Homeless folk are in a huddle,
Hunger gnawing their innards,
Chill winds knifing their sad faces,
Their once comfy cottages,
Now just heaps of rubble,
In mindless missile mayhem,
Unleashed by tyrants,
Driven by power hunger,
But all this has ancient roots,
In the birth of a certain babe,
Well-nigh two thousand years ago,
In the humble town of Bethlehem,
Who was seen as an earthly king,
And hunted to be put to the sword,
By rulers fearful for their power,
Unleashing a Massacre of the Innocents,
And setting the contemporary stage,
For Kyiv’s suffering and death.