From the motherland

On blood drenched steppes of Ukraine land
proud warriors of their country stand.
As into hell they throw their lives,
leaving behind wrecked homes and wives.
They rise as one to push the beast
of Putins dream of hate released.
Behind them peaceful country lies,
ahead another young life dies.
With steadfast will and heads held proud
young men not fearing shout aloud,
Slava Ukraine.

Not only men and boys who die,
But female bodies also lie.
Those in motherhood have gone,
left orphaned children when its done.