Staleness renews, to re-write a fate,
a letter reads, from Russia with hate,
as treaties break, he prolongs the scar,
the “pale clothing moth’s” USSR,
a stereotype lives, by dropping bombs,
how can he be master when it’s all gone?
Thus, stupidity of him, rises again,
in a time where peace, is a shaky pen,
mis-spent Rubles, make the rubbles,
see the sites, of recycled troubles,
and the boy that wields, a Kalashnikov,
is a zeitgeist poster, that is so off,
a comrade’s heart, cannot withdraw,
they only know how, to make holes in walls,
such is the light, that’s made by him,
where love is paid, with broken skin.