Like Pawns Within Putin’s Game

 

Like Pawns Within Putin’s Game

Be ever wary of the wicked moves he makes, his devious strategies in play,

As every counter, is thoughtlessly sacrificed at will, then casually cast away.

And all that they are worth, mere unthinking pawns, in his dangerous game,

Each holding little value, in his evil eyes, each is a number, without a name.

The wicked he has bred, moral fibers erased, within their unwitting minds,

Their sinful souls are lost and sold, there is no returning them back in time.

Their withered cortexes, have been corrupted, converted, and lead astray,

All goodness has been extinguished, now there is no lamp, to light their way.

Empathy condemned, and dispelled, by broken promises, and shameless lies,

Their future has fallen, into the land of no hope, within their fractured minds.

There is no escape, they are content, to live within, the hopeless hand of fate,

And wear cheap tin medals, for war crimes committed, in the name of state.

To sweat it out for Putin, all bound to be transformed, into his bloody brine,

Cannon fodder with no withdrawal, no turning back, behind the bloody line.

The Kremlin’s agenda has been firmly fixed, Russia has planted hatreds seeds!

Now it will take many generations, for humanity to eradicate the weeds!

It is time to cast the unruly mob aside, to cleanse the world, of their vile sins!

Before they spread more dirt amongst us! And seed their perverted evil within!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (May 2023)