Four of the hundred advanced battle-tanks,
the T-90M of Russia has been shot-out
and there is great fear in the Russian ranks,
when in war any of the tanks drive about.
The first by a Javelin missile was destroyed,
the second was hit by an artillery shell,
another was hit from above by a droid,
a Carl Gustav grenade made a fiery hell.
The T-99M has a modified gun
a system of multi-channel aiming sight
a smokescreen that do laser guidance stun,
exploding armour to protect in a fight
but the fearless soldiers of the Ukraine
do at great odds the victory gain.
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