Where is our rage
against murder and rape
committed for glory in hate?
Where went compassion,
or reasons to share
for those who have less?
Where are our tears
for the felling of trees
and poisoning bees?
Where is the drizzle of rain
or the sunshine,
beneath this overcast sky?
Where went our laughter
the joy we once shared
when we were still young?
Why don’t we care
for nowhere or nothing,
not even us?
Todat Laura hosts dVerse MTB with the concept of Ubi Sunt, not sure if I got it entirely right but at least I tried.
August 21, 2025
Björn Rudbergs writings 
that penultimate stanza really strikes the chord of a lament
Maybe it is the key to the rest of the questions…
You went dark in your lament, Björn, juxtaposed with a jaunty rhyme and rhythm, which makes it even darker.
I feel that we lack the power to do anything…. alas.
Writing and disseminating poetry like this is the power we poets have, Björn…
Bjorn, I like the ways you used rain here. The rain has lost its way 😦
Just gray… always gray.
Questions of justice? or just empathy? Bravo Bjorn 👏🏾👏🏾
Or simply the sense of being worn out.
That too
We’re in some dark times, alright. Thanks for sharing your fine work, Bjorn.
Alas it is darker than I thought it would get.
This poem is very sad, Bjorn. Nicely done, but sad.
oh where indeed Bjorn! And where is the gumption we need, to be patriots once more and throw off our oppressors?
This lament I think so many of us feel deeply these days — as if some vital empathy has drained away. Did we as a culture lose complete sight of what once was called hope, staring at screens?
Beautifully written.
Very well done! We live holed up in our bunkers hoping all chaos doesn’t come our way.
My rage, frustration, disappointment roil inside my very being … unhealthy I know, my blood pressure rises, anxiety increases … but in today’s world, it’s unavoidable. Well done, Bjorn.
Oh that the majority that feels like you do (me included) could muster their strength to fight those who will win by any tactics. That’s the problem, I think. We can’t allow ourselves to fight as dirty as they do.
Humankind is still in its infancy.
Where indeed, Björn. 💔