I Pictured Putin (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I saw Putin, a colonel of the KGB,
a champion in Judo, and in Karate training,
a layer if sweat, I did on his body see:
not a care of the lives of Ukrainians remaining,

as his Russian army were shelling them to death
it pictured him the ruler, the Russian hero,
fit to the extreme still normal was his breath,
dying children mattered less than zero.

Thought-struck he smiled at his younger wife:
blonde and beautiful and she looked happy,
he gazed at his twins: they played full of life
nothing could more tranquil than now here be.

He smiled again: soon Russia would be restored
it meant little: he was by the world abhorred.