The Unforgiving Piece of Work He Paints Upon the Earth

 

The Unforgiving Piece of Work He Paints Upon the Earth

Hark, the Kremlin’s bloody call, right on their threshold, a call too close to home,

While Putin now burdens, the Russian people with blame, to face the world alone.

For, he vainly attempts, to rebuild by force, the once Imperial Russian Empire of old,

Dreaming of acquiring great power, conspiring to create a personal fortune in gold.

Now tens of thousands, have been killed, and Putin’s sending out, the plea for more,

To the next waves, of boy soldiers, youngsters bound, for his heartless grip on war.

Even though one day, Putin will surely feel, the full fury, of the Russian people’s scorn,

He has started buying his soldiers, from poor mothers, well before they’ve been born.

He is bribing the peasant mums, to sell, their unborn babies’ souls, for a poultry cost,

Yes, counting his boy soldiers, before they’ve dropped, knowing their lives are lost.

Before they leave, the safety of the womb, they’re the property, of his sinful state,

As children, their young minds, will be groomed, on false pretexts, and blind hate.

And the daughters, of the state, will be vessels used, to carry on, his reckless dreams,

Their sons, will in turn, become soldiers of the state, supplying the bloody streams.

In cold comfort, behind lavish palace walls, Putin warily watches, the valley of death,

Transforming, Ukraine’s yellow peace flowers, into medals of grief, leaving people bereft.

Now the blood of Satan, is on his hands, and the burden, the weight of all the dead,

He continues his quest, contented to wear, the sallow golden crown, upon his head.

With mounting shame, born upon his foul wind, and the bitterness he has brought,

Contented, with the withered fields, of dead yellow flowers, that he has wrought.

Its time, for the mothers of the world to unite, to sanctify, the young lives they bring,

To stand against, the surrogate sins of men, to safeguard their vulnerable offspring.

To protect kids’ lives, and the lore of life, to lay men’s pointless hatred in the past,

To create a better world for their children, and heed the call, to bravely stand fast.