At midnight the Russians went in to destroy,
did an elderly couple in a black car shell,
did this event as a joke to others tell.
Inhumanity and war-crimes do people annoy.
According to Putin it's a freedom convoy.
In Russia some people are under his spell
but not one of them does know him quite well.
He views a tank and a soldier as a toy
that he cruelly sends to free the Ukraine
of men, women, children and all the pets,
of apartments, houses and the shopping malls,
to innocent people to bring death and pain
and the greatest satisfaction he gets,
when the schools, hospitals and a theatre falls.
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