Stone the Hooded Crows

 

Stone the Hooded Crows

Stone the dreadful Hooded Crows, and their terrible Orcs, from the northeast,

Born in the soft underbelly of madness, breeding all of Putin’s dreadful beasts.

His two-faced politicians, vigorously pontificating, content to conceal the truth,

From the world, all the crimes they commit, explicitly denying, nail and tooth.

Sad, expressionless creatures, with twisted minds, and resentment of the West,

Deceitfulness lurking within each form, behind the blank masks, that we detest.

In deficiency, the state has erased emotion, in coldness bred, that empty stare,

Taken kindness, compassion, empathy, sympathy, and taught them not to care.

So uniform, with insipid countenance cast, upon each face, rotten to the core,

Driven by, an unquenchable thirst, an evil force, as the Crows crave for more.

Like zombies, programmed to spew, standard party lines, from their pit of lies,

Their treachery driven, by an eternal hatred; their motives covertly disguised.

While their Orc beasts execute, an array of unspeakable wrongs, against man,

In their top-secret cells, strategists, and tacticians, plot each ill-conceived plan.

Hell bent, to spread discontent, and sadness, their plagues around the world,

The malevolent wraiths, and evil spirits, from Pandora’s box, in hate unfurled.

Upon villages, and towns, destroying great cities, leaving misery in their wake,

As the evil Orcs, pick each carcass clean, pilfering everything, that they can take.

While the Hooded Crows, flock together, claiming the spoils, of their bitter wars,

Annexing new regions, installing Russian puppets, sympathetic to Putin’s cause.

The world has already borne witness, to this awful plague, so many times before,

Now it shudders, and reals, from the carnage, as it prepares to face a larger war.

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