To A Certain Man In Russia (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

No hail to the frail old ugly despot,
frail in that he have no integrity got,

who views all other men as Neo-Nazi,
do in no other nation any goodness see,

who is psychotic corrupted to the core:
who reckons the sword will a evil empire restore,

who acts ill-willed as each opportunity does arise,
do not understand why the world does him despise

and dejected from his own acts
with the greatest bitterness reacts:

the acts of your soldiers are gruesome,
a time of judgment for you and them will come.