"They lie there...", by Irina Bykovskaya-Vyazovaya (my translation from Russian)

They lie there - A rebuke To all the living. Even in death, still holding hands. A gray-haired lady and her grandsons. Both she and they were born in wartime... And hardened men can't help but howl in tears. You bite your fists again, to quench the pain. And salty grief burns in your eyes. And Heavens groan above your head... They lie, like soldiers, where they fell. Like a barrier to our common madness. They tried to cling to life in hell, Donbass' grandmothers and young lads... Above their graves will flicker falling stars, Trees will be wringing hand-like branches, And all those victims - sons, old women, kids, One day will bring God in our souls as a judge. 2nd February, 2015