Russian soldiers hang your heads in shame
just look at what you have done
killing mothers and children as they flee
they did not carry a gun
How do your generals sleep at night
when they order their soldiers to shoot
on the fleeing civilians who try to escape
by an agreed humanitarian route
This is not a war of conflict
but the price of one man's greed
there's no pride in killing people
who cry out to be freed
Here they lie in the dusty road
their suitcases packed by their side
they put their trust in a soldiers word
but their freedom was denied.
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