A drone-gun forces Russian drones to land.
Equipped with a remote and old mobile phone,
his phone gives a disconnected tone,
the Russian soldier do not understand
next to him Aleksi Milchakov, a Neo-Nazi stands,
his expression like an ethnic imbecile clone,
and there are only three Russian soldiers alone
from the Russian Rusciz Neo-Nazi-band,
that likes to kill both dogs and men,
are very famous in Russia for this
where Putin lies and do Neo-Nazis use,
two of them move a weapon: an ancient Bren,
and the remote control does the drone miss,
to kill innocents, these soldiers choose.
© Gert Strydom
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