Fraught a Lesson to
be Learned
Haunted with
deaths dark desire, to rid rebellion, and erase alternate thought,
His mindless
craving, transformed into a hunger, that has great misery brought.
The genocidal
deeds, and malicious strokes, an exceedingly sad state of affairs,
As he constantly
shifts, blame to the west, a ploy now met with deafened ears.
He lives the
illusion, of the terrible lies he’s told, in their repetitive monotones,
Burdened with
ongoing failures, and frustrated, by the ineptitude of his clones.
Each sour step,
beset with logistical nightmares, and random rockets thrown,
Desperately
clinging, onto his wild dreams, and the evil seeds, that he’s sown.
As exploited
bridges, become badly broken, and the bitterness burns his heart,
The cloud of
darkness, steadily swelling, as his country is slowly ripped apart.
Despondently
considering, his wickedness upon Ukraine, ruthlessly begotten,
While within his
rancour soul, pure malice prowls, that cannot be forgotten.
His lust for
power, a toxic tumour that’s spread, now too invasive to restrain,
By fear he has
recklessly inflicted, the malignant residue, that sadly remains.
His mind still
fixed, in deep thought, now caught gazing, into the silver glass,
Wondering how,
he’s become a sad reflection, and a mirror of the distant past.
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