Crusade Poem by Gert Strydom

As long as a maniac dreams of his own empire
I will like my father a thousand years back,
for what is right not linger a mere moment,
everything that people place in my way over-bridge,
with verses go against Putin on a crusade,
as the murder of children do expose Lucifer,
and no person can exist in blood-lust,
where the conflict-theory as Marxism do repel me.
About this terrible war I will keep writing,
keep praying for God's greatest salvation,
that his arch-angels drive away the evil;
until Putin looses or this madness does end:
war-crimes I will reckon and not forgive,
where it's the world that is trying to survive.