Stiff He Marches to a Different Tune

 

Stiff He Marches to a Different Tune

Tsar Putin, has ferreted away, a fortune, on his luxurious retreats,

While leaving, a class of people destitute, and begging, in the streets.

However, they dare not question, how the rubbles, are really spent,

And they’re too scared, to ask where, the hard-earned money went.

The people, are way too frightened, to take the old bull, by his horns,

For fear of invoking unkind retribution, and substantial thunderstorms.

With unwilling people, being bullied, then sent straight to the front,

To blindly face the fatal fire, as cannon fodder, to bear the lethal brunt.

His wealthy, privileged ruling class, ethnic Russians, enjoy the very best,

As they lead arrogant lives, of educated, caring very little, for the rest.

Across Russia, there are many restless factions, that fervently believe,

That their leaders mind, has slipped a cog, and gone away on leave.

With down beat words, forever fuelling, deep resentment of the rest,

His primeval policies, supressing simple people, leaving minds oppressed.

There’s little zest left now, in the fascist state, its socially separated,

Within the deathly silence, the FSB secret service, is vehemently hated.

The nation has been forbidden, in context, to utter, a specific word,

Even though, WAR is WAR! The people think, the prohibition is absurd.

While his toy soldiers, stiffly strut, upon the pavement, in Red Square,

All goosestepping in their stride, as they kick their toes, high in the air.

The rhetoric, Kremlin control, to dictate how, Russian youth is raised,

To breed loyal soldiers, of the state, off to war, with their future paved.

Perish the Thoughts! A World Full of Orcs!

 

Perish the Thoughts! A World Full of Orcs!

Are we to campaign, upon the earth, and take back that, that isn’t ours,

Building our lives, on the bones of revenge, our homes, and ivory towers.

With hearts, full of retribution, rage, and revenge, become blindly insane,

As we commit, hateful crimes, against each other, time, and time again.

What drives, the vengeful acts, of mankind, possessed with awful hate,

Wherein is borne, the burning desire, to exact, such awful acts, and traits.

Fracture for fracture, eye for an eye, and tooth for tooth, as Leviticus said,

As such we become uncouth, and live, with spiteful demons, in our head.

Allowing vengeful feelings, to manifest, and submit, to psychotic desires,

With fervent minds, ablaze, as God willing, we tend to Satan’s toxic fires.

Why do we wage, pointless battles, and wars, that shouldn’t be fought?

Placing trust, in strategic thinkers, political analysts, that’ve been bought!

Are we born, meek and mild, to turn our heads, offering the other cheek,

Submitting to the will of others, to be humble, and be portrayed as weak.

Ignoring the fiends, that steal our souls away, and innocence, of our youth,

And look, to the philosophers, soothsayers, or to False Profits, for the truth.

To be lorded over, held to ransom, and subjected, to their perverse abuse,

As they steal away, fruit of our labour, and continue, to tighten the noose.

No! We should stand up, and fight, for what is right, never ignore the signs,

Before, we are roughly cast, into the abyss, where the sun seldom shines.

Below in Moral Decay the Horror of it All

 

Below in Moral Decay the Horror of it All

Degenerates, bred within, the rancid pit, of demur, and decay,

The Zombies, following state run media, and the filth, they bray.

It’s depraved, mindless orcs, mobilised to fight, against humanity,

Commanded, by corrupt leaders, possessed, with senseless insanity.

Allowing their nasty beasts, to commit, vile, sexually deviant crimes,

While manufacturing, fearsome terror, within their victims’ minds.

Obsessed with war, and the perverted pleasure, of agonizing screams,

Methodically dashing, their victims hope, and destroying their dreams.

Innocent people, women, and children, subjected to, vile obscenities,

Of torture, murder, rape, massacre, and other forbidden atrocities.

A captive, lying prone and defenceless, arms bound, behind his back,

Suffering the excruciating pain, of an awful, perverted, cowardly act.

Subjected, to the bloody barbarism, of castration, with craft knife,

Then agonizing mutilation, and ruthless slaughter, by a gutless lowlife.

Standing by a world blithely watching, the explicit digital news clips,

All graphical evidence, of the cruel insanity, of this awful apocalypse.

Bearing witness, to hateful visions, that can’t be erased, from the mind.

While Ukraine, continues to be blatantly terrorised, bombed and mined.

Mustela Putorius

 

Mustela Putorius

Beware of the evil polecat, with the wicked, wicked smile,

He’s out foxed, many foxes, with his phoney, phoney guile.

While, they have earnestly tried, to read his wily poker face,

He has cleverly lulled them all, into his stony cold embrace.

Behind the dark brown bar of fur, that masks his crafty eyes,

Lurks a calculated villain, inside an extremely cunning guise.

His assurances cannot be trusted, they are full of treachery,

He’s renowned for cunning moves, and underlying trickery.

He’ll offer lots of smooth Vodka, while searching really hard,

To find your Achilles' heel, ransoming is, his Trumping card.

Beware, any incentives offered, they come at enormous cost,

Before you really know it, you’ll find, all your dreams are lost.

He’ll leave you reeling, on your own, with a drunken lurch,

While sitting, with his comrades, crowing from their perch.

So beware, the Ural Mountain wind, blowing from the east,

It is sure to bring, the evil polecat, the wicked, wicked beast.

The Seeds of Hatred

 

The Seeds of Hatred

Go plant your hatred, where it won’t grow,

Your bombs and terror, and skies Aglow.

Far from playgrounds, where children play,

Far from the apartments, far, faraway.

Not in golden fields, of wheat that grows,

Beside yellow helianthus, in vibrant rows.

Away from cathedrals, and sacred grounds,

Far from crowded streets, ‘n’ city sounds.

Not the wards, where the sick people fight,

Or busy stations, where tired travellers alight.

Nor innocent people, spellbound by dance,

Packed in theatres, in a dreamy trance.

 

Take your hatred, the smoky choking haze,

Your ruthless missiles, and loud bombs ablaze.

The waves of soldiers, floundering in the breech,

War mongering generals, ‘n’ false, false speech.

Take your army, and the misery it’s brought,

The poor young soldiers’ lives, now lost for naught.

One day you will reap, the hatred you’ve bred,

From the people bound, by the lies you’ve spread.

When will you realise, the poison of your seed,

And the dreams you’ve dreamt, can never be.

In eternity you’ll suffer, the seeds you’ve sown,

While your evil legacy, will be, forever known.

Putin’s Train Wreck

 

Putin’s Train Wreck

In the land, where dark clouds, of misinformation, fear, and acidity pall,

Blind hatred has denied him shame; and guilt, the greatest wrath of all.

Whilst some strive, to leave a legacy, a righteous mark, upon the earth,

This heartless mortal, man of Mordor, has left his shameful stain, of dearth.

Spawning, his evil lies for years, creating a multitude, of mindless minions,

Sending his soldiers out, to execute, brutal attacks, on innocent civilians.

As monumental, miscalculations, keep happening, the disasters won’t abate,

His mighty army is floundering, and the alleged EXERCISE, is running late.

The armoured battalions, are incompetent, sure to raise, a drunken thirst,

Bogged down, just like sitting ducks, while Bayraktar drones, do their worst.

The C400 anti-aircraft defence systems, can’t intercept HIMARS rockets,

The T-72 tanks keep popping their tops and jumping off their sprockets.

He’s misled the West, and all the rest, and significantly misjudged Ukraine,

And his army, of second chance misfits, have derailed, his imperial train.

Raping, torturing, dismembering, and performing, revolting crimes of war,

As they go, beyond the realms, of evil deeds, to where, there is no remorse.

Still, he continues creating contradictions, issuing unreasonable demands,

And nothing, will save his face, with the blood, of his victims, on his hands.

The Russian people, are getting restless, they’re uncertain, what to believe,

But the state-controlled media, persist, in the evil web, that they weave.

Death’s curse, is etched upon Sauron’s lips, while his puppets warn, of doom,

All eyes are fixed on the Kremlin, that will one day, feel the rockets boom.

Obscure Destiny

 

Obscure Destiny

What is destiny won, to the grand illusions, by tyrants invented,

Brewed in the cauldron, of fear, and hatred, into minds fermented.

In lands, where freedom of thought, by condemnation, are subdued,

Within nations, where misery, and great pain, are fervently pursued.

Forced choice, an arduous resolve, toward autocratic decisions, made,

Blindly bound, to the consequences, of unwelcome misfortune, paid.

Existing behind cloudy curtains, hiding the truth, incurring a false view,

In parallel worlds, alternate dimensions, convictions fixed on a skew.

There, where wayward waters, of discontent, frequently rain upon,

Diluting, all the people’s dreams, into figments of the past, all gone.

When the people reach, the exact point, where all hope, is drowned,

They finally realise, choice, hope, and destiny, are together bound.

By faith, the tyrants lacked, righteous convictions, never possessed,

Silently bound, together in conflict, scorn, and in discord, depressed.

Born to submit, to live the lies, in hatred bred, to serve, the evil state,

Living uncertainty, herded like cattle, obeying each tyrant’s mandate.

Then one day woken, by banned words unspoken, and forced to rebel,

People rising from the ashes, sending the treacherous tyrants, to hell.