Mariupol

Oh how fiendish is a late winter night
With only detonations in the news
From willy nilly missiles taking flight,
In a fitful rush, or a gentle cruise
Of rocket dragon termination breath
Into a no man's thermobaric land
Of plunder thunderation Megadeath
By every brand at hellacious command;
And masses roll into a common grave
When people in the attacking nation
Cannot say no to a single knave
Of Napoleonic ego inflation...
Before good people everywhere see...
The critical need for democracy!