The Kremlin Criminal (aka Putin’s History – Putin to Context)
Part I – The Meeting
The Criminal of Kyiv
Sits behind his Kremlin desk
No one’s sitting close to him
The scene is quite grotesque
Putin’s politburo
His cabinet cabal
Of frenzied fawning followers
Though not one of them his pal
Shifting in their seats
Fidgeting, unsure
Whether to say something
But frightened they endure
The piteous pride of Putin
Who stares them in the face
As if to say “you will agree
Or you’ll fall in disgrace …
Maybe out of a window
Or perhaps due to a drink
Their often laced with poison
Be careful then if you think …
That any opposition
Or mitigation of my schemes
Is in any way acceptable
Don’t you dare mess with my dreams …”
Part II – The Council of Despair
And so they sit in silence
Trying not to catch his view
Their eyes point at the floor
Some wishing for a coup
While others will follow blindly
Their leader till the end
These are the true believers
That don’t need to pretend
Who revel in the madness
Of this murdering buffoon
The world once thought was rational
In a nasty way, but soon …
Part III – Savagery
We see now what he really is
A barbarous, raging, savage
Throwing precious life away
So a nation he could ravage
Wreaking thoughtless terror
Upon the innocent
Who huddle in the underground
From bombs this sinner sent
Yet they will stand up bravely
To this tyrant, through their tears
And Russia troops will suffer
For many, many years …
For crimes committed by Putin
He should be in The Hague
Upon the world he is a curse
A pestilence, a plague
Part IV – The Return of the Council of Despair (ate too? brute, eh?)
And if one of his inner circle
Were to betray the putrid swine
By stabbing him in back (or front)
Would they then form a line?
For though he thinks he is popular
Through the respect, only, of fear
He is now so drunk on his power
That his perception is not clear
But they’ve clung onto his coattails
In such adoration to glean
What they could unto themselves
So they too are sordid, obscene …
Obsequiously sycophantic
So, do not look for a sign
That any of this craven crew
Of cowards has got a spine
Part V – Putin’s Dream
So Putin’s dream continues
He sleeps soundly in his bed
With images of destruction
Giving comfort in his head
And this nightmare may continue
For many years to come
It’s a victory for stupid
It’s the victory of dumb …
Ideas and grandiose
Criminal enterprise
It’s a victory for death
Destruction and cruel lies
Part VI – Putin’s Place in History
But he’ll have his place in history
He’ll be known as Vlad the Shit
The Poisoner, The Murderer
And Vlad the little Git
Vladimir Sputum
And also Vlad the spit …
Vlad who told lies
Vlad who gaslit
Vlad the War Criminal
Yes he’ll have his place
And in the halls memorial
They’ll recall his disgrace
And though he sees himself
As a big man, Vlad the C***
Will forever be known as
Vlad the little Runt
Part VII – Vlad’s Place in the Past
He was small in deed
He was small in mind
He had such long pockets
He made sure they were lined
His only clear idea
In vision and in thought
Was to exercise power
Through oligarchs he’d bought
With fear of retribution
They gave him his cut
His business interests they
Were based on his short strut
His swagger and patronage
Of his criminal ties
He said he’d beat corruption
To become it, was his prize
His power based on others
He was no self-made man
This petty crook got lucky
But his crime reign had began
A wrong man in the right place
At a time the Russian state
Once hung in the balance
And therefore it was fate
That an ex-KGB officer
With ambitions to pursue
Would one day lead his nation
As his narcissism grew
Leading them back to the past
To days of empire, a seed
Had grown firmly in his mind
Of imperialistic greed
But his downfall was assured
His hand was overplayed
And so it was assured
By death he’d be betrayed
Returned then to the dust
Of pointless obscurity
Only to be hated
Would be his legacy