Where True Leaders Face What They Have To Face (Ballade) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where True Leaders Face What They Have To Face (Ballade)



On Sky News Australia the blonde bombshell
television presenter remarked how pathetic Putin is,
that he sends soldiers into war i.e. into hell,
but do not buckle up and does the G20 summit miss,

Chorus:
while true leaders face what they have to face,
'on good days and bad, but not Putin, "
which is on Russia a still greater disgrace,
where I know they are not up to this war to win,

while he fails to hold to Kherson,
just weeks after annexing and it being his forever
and after those false referendums he cannot hold on,
where Putin's forever is closer to never,

that it's a huge humiliation and a lost,
where true leaders even after epic mistakes
face front up whatever it takes,
where I know Putin is calculating the cost,

do his minister and general to the wolves toss
as if not involved Putin makes,
as to his plans Ukraine is turning on the brakes,
she thinks he is scared the paths of other leaders to cross,

while there had been many calls to him to ban
'but his invitation stood and he is now buckled, '
to oversee rape and oppression Putin is the man,
and after all of this had being said I chuckled,

I though this lovely gal is a woman to my heart:
being both witty and far beyond pretty,
while we are lives, ages and continents apart,
to the point straightforward as I might always be.

Three reasons do probably in Putin's mind remain:
that someone will try to assassinate him,
that someone in his absence would his position gain,
while against his actions karma is full to the brim,

as happened with a predecessor before,
the FSB say that president Zelensky wants him to slap,
(to get some common-sense, he cannot ignore,)
on camera for further humiliation as a trap,

where Putin sends Sergei Lavrof, who at the UN, ran out,
as a liar just as dishonest as he;
did not hear what condemnation the world was about,
he does the world and issues just as Putin see.
© Gert Strydom

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