Oh, Kremlin Lion,
Do you not dream?
Of being more than just a fool,
Can you not see?
From around your heavy mane,
Can you not hear?
Above your thunderous roar,
You’ve charged headlong,
Not pausing, no thought,
Not stopping to wonder why
You’ve gained the scars of the hunt.
But not gained the victory spoils.
You are baffled and beguiled
By Kyiv Mouse,
Whose gentle actions
Are hushed by your pounding feet,
Whose voice is so quiet
Still silenced more by your gnashing jowl,
Whose timid nature
Crushed by your uncounseled swipes,
Mouse craves isolation from this conflict,
To live side by side with those like-minded,
Those who have a similar view, who understand
the aspirations for their existence.
Oh Lion
Be still for a while,
Stop, and look around you,
consider your hopes for tomorrow,
For others will eventually seek and dismantle you,
Destroy your home, your dreams, your future,
You will have nowhere and no one to turn to
You’ll be surrounded by the ravenous hyenas of Nato
Remember, to die a Lion may be proud
But to live a mouse is to be alive
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