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A murderer should never sit
Upon a throne of state.
It matters not how popular;
It's always tempting fate.

If one requires assassins
To hold onto the reins,
There is no future they can offer,
Not involving chains;

And if a king will murder one,
He'll sacrifice a nation
Upon an altar bathed in blood
In service to an ever-grim
                                              temptation.

There was a man named Putin,
Pale skinned, with bloodless mien,
With soulless eyes and cold, cold touch.
To conquer he was keen.

Coiled tightly round his iron heart,
Evasions gathered in:
Deception paced Bloodthirstiness
To see which one would win.

Before he'd launch each grisly war,
He'd fill the world with lies,
And litter each invasion route
With countless alibis.

And with his million schemes and more,
And every bloody ruse,
The guarantee was always that
The whole, wide world would lose.

But Liberty's a phoenix,
Up-rising hydra-like,
And will punch back a million-fold
When Tyranny will strike.

Let all who champion Liberty
— And Tyranny disdain —
Remember in their fervent prayers
The people of Ukraine.

And whether out in Kathmandu,
Or now besieged in Kyiv,
Wherever in the world you are,
One thing you must believe:

Remember this much always:
Putin strikes 'cause he's afraid.
How then can anyone fear him
Whose fear is so displayed.

His fear is that all Russia,
Inspired by Ukraine,
Should try for Liberty as well,
And a new life obtain.

No person with a brave, true heart
Could ever learn to fear
A cringing coward, trembling,
Like Putin, oh so drear.