On: In open letter to Putin, Zelensky calls for meeting and ceasefire

Another man, another war. Always men, always war. They talk of meetings, of letters, of ceasefires. They talk and talk. But what do they do? They send young men to die. They break homes. They make widows.

I have seen enough of this. My own people, broken and sold. My own children, torn from my arms. This is the same spirit, just a different field. They call it a nation, a border. I call it blood.

A meeting, they say. Will they look each other in the eye? Will they see the mothers weeping? Will they hear the children crying? No. They will see maps. They will see power. They will see what they can take.

Man had nothing to do with my Christ. And man has everything to do with this misery. They make the rules. They break the peace. Then they ask for a meeting. What good is a meeting when the ground is already soaked? What good is a letter when the cannons still roar?

They should stand in the fields they have ruined. They should look at the empty chairs at the tables. Then let them talk of meetings. Then let them talk of peace. Not before. Not before.