It was the Lusitania of our times
But had no arms
It was the Pearl Harbor of our times
But it was not battleship
The downing the plane, a passenger 777 jet,
Had no reasons, had no rhymes
298 souls lost
80 of them children
From different nationalities
None of them involved with the Ukrainian difficulties
But they would pay the supreme cost.
A Russian Buk missiles on loan to the pro-Russian separatists from Putin
Is really ticked off because the Russians lost that hockey game in the Olympics?
Or he wants to re-create Mother Russia?
Brezhnew, Stalin, and Lenin,
He wants to join the ranks
Vlad the Impaler and Ivan the Terrible is more like it
You can take the Cold War out of the man
But you can't take Cold War out his heart.
You can dissolve the KGB
But the KGB still is a part
Of Putin's ID
7-20-2014
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