My word processor struggles with the name Kyiv.
For some baffling reason, it suggests that I mean Vicky.
At least it does not mind a psychopath, a thug, terror, war,
or tragedy, because otherwise expressing the present reality
would become quite a challenge. The point is, I can quickly
fix my word processor by adding “Kyiv” to the dictionary.
If only it were that painless to fix the reality that drowns
the sovereignty and freedom inherent in this spelling
in the river of blood.
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