To Vladimir Putin, I say
Your dreams for Russia in your mind,
Your hopes for empire back some day,
By murdering of humankind
Will make you into just a man
Who history will hold in hate,
As all before with evil plan.
A name that's cursed will be your fate,
As with all tyrants of the past.
Your time and place will soon be gone.
However long your bad does last,
You'll die alone and good lives on.
Mr. Putin, your future be
War criminal of history.
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