WARMONGER

Caution my pen that his name be not mentioned,
So arrogant in heart that he finds no mentee,
Sighing of victims all days without measure,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Deadened empathy he wears, a twin of Lucifer,
Proudly he unleashes doom on humanity,
A wild dog he is, straying in his own imagination,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

With subtle tales his father begs for confederacy,
So gullible they were that fell in that trap,
Little will they have thought to be enslaved by Moscow?
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

His children are fine in palaces of iron doors,
Leaking the milky sweat of the task payers,
His comfort lies with the discomfort of others,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Should the world around him be led with his cattle rod?
And their freedom be jeopardized under his cruel wipe,
With gnashing of teeth he vexed his uncontrolled anger,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Too big for the world to tame, yet he wants to subjugate the world,
Even the European Union sees him as a cog in their wheel of progress,
His haughtiness has caused his companions their fortunes in other lands,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger,

Oh how he spills the blood of choice less teenagers on the battle fields,
Thousands of whom are casualties of needless war,
Orphans and widows are multiplied for his inordinate affections,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Sixteen moon passed by, yet the wicked soul still enjoys war,
Unleashing deadly brimstones on Mariupol with dead bodies on the street,
Will Sievierodonetsk forgives the son of the old dragon?
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Let the arms of Maryinka, Bakhmut and Rubizhne be stronger than ever,
To counter the artilleries of a reckless warmonger,
That Popasna and Volnovakha may shield off his missiles of doom,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

His handwriting liters the walls of the Middle East,
Trading weapons for black gold on the gulf of Persians,
Instigating brothers against brothers on the street of Lebanon,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Now that the desperado is desperate to win more allies,
And another monster has joined hands with him to woo more nations,
Less my home land falls victim of the antics of the BRICS,
Her forerunners are heartless demons in disguise.

Should my fathers’ land consent to the friendship of a carnivore,
Have we not learnt a bitter lesson from the yoke of the west we bear?
How much more shall we add to our burdens by allowing a greater monster,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

He is a straying dog that yielded not to the clarion call of the hunter,
His sense of history was beclouded by his presumptuous mind,
Little will he think of the fall of Bonaparte, Mussolini and Hitler?
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

How long will he continue to romance the weapons of war?
How long will he continue to threatens the peace of his neighbours,
None could have imagine his onslaught against his own brother,
No virtue, no heart, for he is a warmonger.

Away with that son of jezebel that covets the land of his neighbor,
Away with the offers of the subtle serpent,
Away with the league of those that inflicted the globe with a deadly virus,
They have no virtue and they have no heart, they are warmongers.