Dis-Putin

 

Dis-Putin

In the Kremlin, the Non president, nonelect, the man of many masks,

A wraith spots the difference, in innocence, the poor little child asks.

Which is the real Putin, how can we tell, is it disPutin, or datPutin?

Shish little brat, for in Putin’s precinct, there must be no disputing.

So, which one did they vote for, the people too scared, to demand,

Which polyPutin, is the true Putin, the real Russkiy ruler of the land?

The FSB, are in no doubt, which polyPutin, is the ruler of the nation,

The poor little brat, whisked away, and off to camp, for re-education.

Its parents tortured, and soundly beaten, for a child asking questions,

In Russia it is a crime, to cast doubt on the mandate, of the elections.

The father is off, to the meatgrinder, there is no point, in doing time,

This misguided muscovite, a real threat, complicit to the awful crime.

Six more years of lies and false propaganda, and war will carry on,

More mystifying deaths, vanishing people, until all opposition is gone.

The state narrative, a landslide victory, by a country mile, and a half,

The implications of which are, in reality sad, we really cannot laugh!

Winning by 87.97% of nothing, the political victory, branded a sham,

The people set again, to really suffer, and datPutin doesn’t give a damn!

The world to be torn apart, if disPutin has his way, everything in sight,

Another term of misery, with crimes to commit, this his wicked blight.

One day, the camp kids will graduate, straight into polyPutin’s ranks,

To fight in disPutin’s wicked wars, lives shortened, by guns and tanks.

In Russia, the next generation, are to be seen, but never to be heard,

Their future is in datPutin’s hands, by self-decree, it is his final word!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2024)