My life is tragedy

This morning when I woke up,
I saw the Blue Ocean and white sandy beaches
But around me there is disorder

No matter how early I rise with the sun
Instead of the birds singing before the day’s begun
Russian revolvers chatter louder and louder

Instead of the promise of the morning air
Shooting, shelling, killing are the days here,
The roads to somewhere blocked everywhere More

Wretched Life

Yeah. Really
I hope you will hear my last plea,

this [terrorizing] isn’t fair,
Writing Blues and my paper dripping
Oozes tears
Every time I get to thinking
Sinking deep down
I’m losing wits! More