Shantala , on the promenade in Odessa, the two ravens are advanced spy drones for observing the Russian army. It's high time Far in the Champagne in midsummer green there where poppy flowers bloom between grave crosses there the grasses whisper and shake themselves effortlessly in the wind, which gently sweeps over the graveyard At your cross I find dead soldier, not your name, only numbers and someone has painted the number 1916, and you were not even 19 years old. Yes, they have also already deceived you similarly just as they do with us still today, and you have given them everything : your strength, your youth, your life. Have you dead soldier, once loved a girl? Surely not, because only here, where there is peace, could tenderness and trust flourish, were a soldier, about to die, not be too young. Perhaps you thought to yourself, I will fall soon, I will take my pleasure, as it comes, with force. To this end you were determined, you have however then been ashamed of yourself and never did it. Soldier, did you go believing and gladly to your death? or have you too doubtfully, bitterly, roughly not recognized your true enemy until the end? I hope it hit you a clean shot? Or has a bullet torn your limbs to pieces, have you cried out to your mother until the last, have you on your leg stumps run further, and your grave, does it hold more than a leg, a hand? There remained only the cross as the single trace/proof of your life, but hear my oath, to fight for peace and to be vigilant: If mankind once again falls for lies here then it can come to pass, that soon no one lives anymore, no one, who will bury the billions of dead However I find more and more people willing, to prevent this battle, it's high time. My thoughts are with the people of Ukraine. Hello my friends, your comments and support are always highly appreciated.