The Shame the People Wear

 

The Shame the People Wear

You stole the sons of Russia, and sold their souls away,

Then brutalised their hearts and led their minds astray.

Your generals changed them, into Orcs, the savage beasts,

That bragged about, each rampage, at their drunken feasts.

You encouraged your Orcs, to execute, the shameful crimes,

And brutal acts, of genocide, well beyond your border lines.

As they, preyed upon the helpless, with shameless intent,

And left, a bloody trail, of devastation, everywhere they went.

With bloody stains, worn with pride, leaving victims crushed,

A shame, upon the uniform of Russia, a world within disgust.

Their lustful deeds, upon women, and young girls, abhorred,

While the desperate screams, of the innocent, were ignored.

Now there’s a bloody trail, all the way, back to Red Square,

To Putin, with his badly scripted propaganda, standing there.

Pontificating to his followers, the people who now live his lies,

Blind to the carnage, and slaughter, deaf to the victims’ cries

The old guard, is really restless now, turning in their graves,

For he cast his stain, upon the nation, in the victory parade.

God won’t have mercy, the dice is cast, Putin’s evil soul is lost,

A terrible stain upon Russia, for the souls, that paid the cost.

The world won’t forget, Putin’s name, upon The Wall of Shame,

We stand together, to remember, the lost children of Ukraine!