The Russian army without fuel are stuck,
without air-support under heavy fire,
the circumstances become really dire,
death comes to tank, armoured car and truck
and by the Ukrainian army they are struck,
they do no support from other units acquire,
not a thing turns out as they do desire
and they turn around dazed in amuck.
Attack plans are openly discussed,
at will civilians are being destroyed,
towns are plundered and looted with skill,
at each other are many times cussed,
with each other they become annoyed,
as they deem men, women and children ill.
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