Plant rows of sunflower seeds
instead of randomly shot bullets
in the fields You crafted in Ukraine.
Stop screaming missiles and smoke
so the sun at its brightest yellow
can silently reign in a clear blue sky.
Feed the hollow bellies of children
with heaps of hearty pierogis.
Don’t let anymore grownups know
the taste of a crumbling building.
Hold steady the sword of karma
inside the Kremlin and use
Your other arm to hug refugees
and those who run in place.
