St . Javelin by Ann O’Nymus

St. Javelin

© Slava Ukraini, Saint Javelin Image used with permission. Ann O’Nymus

Hail, Mary, full of Grace with Holy nimbus round thy face Hear o hear our cries and pleas as here we pray upon our knees Among the rubble, ruin, and dead Filled with hunger, hurt, and dread;

We had fled to their protection begging for some intercession but they refused any assistance in the name of political expedience: alas! we are besieged by the east, ignored by the west our poor plight puts our faith to the test!

So to thee cry we, wretched children of the borderlands To thee we send up our sighs we weep and we mourn on these outskirts with no other help in sight;

Turn, then, Virgin Advocate Turn thy merciful eyes toward us And send us means to defend ourselves From this flagrant and unprovoked injustice;

O Mother Mary, with grace and charms and holy weapons in thy arms send us an FGM-148 hurry, please, before it’s too late.