They Want To Keep Killing Us... No End To It!

After three years of war, it’s painfully clear: they want us dead. Not just on the battlefield, but simply to thin our numbers, to clear the way for their vision of a world where we’re no obstacle to their comfort, where the space we occupy is handed over to those they deem “more equal” than us. Those who survive? They’ll serve the “elite.”

Who am I talking about? - Volodymyr Zelenskyy and his inner circle, the ones calling the shots in Ukraine today.

They put on a good show, don’t they? Summits, conferences, lofty speeches about a “just peace.” But their version of justice is reserved for them and their children alone. The rest of us? We’re expected to die so they can live—and grow richer.

They’ve mastered the art of killing their own people—not with knives in their own hands, but through others’. First, they use Russian hands. Thousands of men perish daily on the front lines. Remember the Egyptian pharaoh who slaughtered male infants to cripple Israel’s future? Without men, Ukraine has no future either. According to President Trump, more than 700,000 Ukrainians have already died, a toll that climbs relentlessly every day.

This past Sunday, April 13, Russian rockets struck Sumy. They hit civilians—34 dead, 117 wounded. Why were they gathered in the open, in the city center? Because the local military administration chief decided to throw a celebration, handing out medals and certificates to the 117th Brigade. He invited entire families—wives, children—to join the soldiers. But when the missiles fell, only civilians paid the price.

People, injured in Sumy on April 13, 2025.

After tthe rocket strike in Sumy

Four years into this war, haven’t these leaders learned that crowded events, especially with soldiers present, are a death trap? Or is satisfying the egos of Zelenskyy’s appointees worth the risk?

This isn’t the first time, or the second, or even the third. But the authorities don’t care—after all, they didn’t pull the trigger. The Russians did.

Yet they keep setting Ukrainians up, refusing peace talks, prolonging the war. In public, they preach peace, but their conditions make it unattainable.

Then there’s the second way Ukrainians die: at the hands of fellow Ukrainians. Zelenskyy has fractured society into the “equal” and the “more equal,” straight out of Orwell’s "Animal Farm". He’s surrounded himself with scoundrels who’ve sold their souls for scraps, terrorizing men aged 18 to 60 with the regime’s tacit approval.

We’re hunted animals now. We can’t walk the streets, go to work, or buy groceries—can’t even step outside—without fear of being snatched by recruiters paid for every man they drag in. Laws, the Constitution? Meaningless. You can be kidnapped by men in uniforms or plainclothes, never to be seen by your family again. It doesn’t matter if you’re sick, have cancer, or are legally exempt—you’re headed to the trenches. Professional soldiers, who’ve lived off our taxes their whole careers? They’re exempt, busy rounding up civilians instead. Clerks, teachers, farmers, drivers, programmers, cashiers, cleaners—they’re the ones fighting.

Men are tortured, beaten, forced to sign military papers as “volunteers.” Refuse? They’ll forge your signature, and you’ll still end up on the front, dying for them.

The police are in on it, too, claiming they’re “following the law.” But shouldn’t they be the first to defend the country? Instead, they go on daily “safaris,” hauling dozens of men—or “rats,” as they call us—to recruitment centers. They pocket nearly $500 per head, splitting the profits.

Zelenskyy’s pleased. Western leaders roll out the red carpet for him, willfully blind to what he’s doing to Ukrainians at home. We’re his serfs, our lives his to spend as he pleases. The borders are sealed, ringed with high fences and fresh barbed wire. Thousands of men try to escape, but border guards shoot them in the back—though fleeing isn’t even a crime. Thousands more are killed, drowned, or beaten to death. Ukrainians slaughter Ukrainians every day.

There’s no end in sight. Many hoped for a ceasefire by April 20, Easter Sunday, a day the world will celebrate together this year. But it’s not looking likely. That means no elections, and Zelenskyy’s regime will keep killing us—through Russian hands and those of his Ukrainian enforcers.