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Beware His Wicked Web of Lies Will Take a Hold of You

 

Beware His Wicked Web of Lies

Will Take a Hold of You

Like a bedevilled gander, loudly quacking, with his false propaganda, of deceit and rage.

As captivated teenagers, watch the old grey goose, selling his empty lies, upon the stage,

Casting dark clouds over, the Word, the Way, the Truth, and over Eternal Salvation,

Venerating the coldblooded war, that’s brought great shame, upon the Russian nation.

His blasphemy, turning the testament upside down, deceitfully politicking on God’s word,

Evil discourse, condemning the rest, provoking his hatred, his argument blatantly absurd.

Letting burst, with bill tightly pursed, sowing the wicked grains of war, within their brains,

Conjuring up romantic imagery, glorifying dead Russian heroes, sanitised of bloody stains.

With the odds heavily stacked against Russia, in the war, causing awful misery, and pain,

He attempts, to pit their minds, against other Slavic nations, and the country of Ukraine.

In a David and Goliath battle, with a twist, the cards stacked wrong, victory now in doubt,

It would appear, that the Kremlin’s strategies have failed, Putin has taken the wrong rout.

But still, the goose persists, his bid, selling their souls to Satan, as the dark angel in disguise,

Manipulating more vulnerable minds, bound to face, the flaming missiles, from the skies.

Making scornful charges, toward the cowardly comrades, who took conscriptions flight,

As they headed west, to live another day, from the futile war, that wasn’t theirs to fight.

For they realised, that being free to decide, and live, is far better, than being stone dead,

Escaping the demonic madness, pouring shame on them, now comrades who safely fled.

Beware Russian youth, he still holds the key, to occupy your minds, to lead you all astray,

To join the folly, of his goose stepping on the stage, as fleeting heroes, sent into the fray.

As comrades sent into the ranks, to do as you are commanded, to be a mindless plodder,

To face the grisly onslaught, shortly returning, dressed in black plastic, as cannon fodder!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (Nov 2022)




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