This poem is dedicated to my teen family of Donetsk. These kids of the neighborhood took care of me during days in the first year of my life, and then I spent almost all Summers with them from age six to eighteen. Most of them were about ten years older than me, but I perceived them as my best company.
This poem is about areas of Ukraine that were liberated from RF contract army and soldier of fortune, some Russian from prisons. I wrote it after a studying a detailed report about treatment of civilian population in the currently still occupied Kherson region, already knowing a lot about war crimes in Bucha, Irpen, and other Ukrainian towns and villages.