15:29I am Ukrainian poet Ihor Pavlyuk
I am Ukrainian poet Ihor Pavlyuk in
whose veins might be the blood of the legendary hetman of the Ukrainian
Cossacks - Pavlyuk Boot. Today I am proud to belong to the Ukrainian nation,
although just recently returning home from
Today I know that Ukraine is seen as proud and strong, not only by Europe, but also by the whole world and they will know it not only as a territory of the largest man-made disaster of mankind - Chernobyl, as the territory of the Holocaust, but as a place of strange gathering of people who peacefully want to gain democracy and freedom, which many people received through blood and war.
This is a divine feature of
Therefore, "what is Caesar's to Caesar; and what is God's to God."
I was an active member of the Romantic Orange Revolution, where I went, saying goodbye to my daughters and wife, because as a former cadet, understood that there might be the chance of not coming back.
Fortunately no blood was shed then.
I was proud of
My trouble as the father, husband, PhD, professor, and citizen, is that these December days I was betrayed.
Those were neither friends, nor colleagues or neighbours.
We are all people.
And let the God judge everybody.
I was betrayed by my political power – our public servants, who are taking advantage of our taxes and the nation’s wealth.
And betrayed in a very mean way.
It is only on Tuesday that I heard and saw how three former presidents of Ukraine and the current president during their meeting said the right words about the situation in the country and talked about a peaceful and wise way out of it, but at night Ukrainian riot police "Berkut” by an order from above again rushed to attack my colleagues, teachers ... children ... the future.
As the proverb says: "Fear the anger of a good man!"
To our sorrow, the war broke out, but fortunately, not civil, but the war of the people with the ruling power .
I 'll be a poet-soldier in it.
As a man I am still healthy and know a lot.
I do not like fighting, I do not like judging.
I write poems that are noticed and are printed as individual books in the world.
This is my humble contribution to
But I consciously, with my heart
Now I will read excerpts from my dramatic poem "Boot" dedicated to Hetman Pavlyuk.
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