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Vladimir Putin, La-La-La

Vladimir Putin, La-La-La

Turks are in NATO, sure, but nonetheless
They chant the name of Putin with delight.
They recognize the West is one sad mess
And they are glad that Putin’s there to fight
The utter madness. Rhetoric takes flight
Against the man who rescued Russia – here.
But elsewhere in the world, they keep in sight
The virtues he’s displaying in his sphere.
Mockery from the West expresses fear—
And nothing more. Yes, let them be afraid!
All that the twisted empire now holds dear
Should be, for its perversity, unmade.
Putin is elevated through complaint—
A hero to the Turks, if not a saint.

–Tom Riley

St. Vlad

St. Vlad

You see clear halo there about his head.
Even foul enemies at New York Post
Acknowledge thoroughly, not just almost,
In him fierce sanctity that fills with dread
Vast demon horde. How many now have fled!
This is because behind him Holy Ghost
Is operating. NATO soon is toast.
Put silly Western lies at last to bed.
And every moment, fans, is icon now.
Saints suffer and are endlessly maligned.
Lacking in neurons, Biden has a cow
Since overcoming God is task assigned.
Vlad, targeted, still struggles on somehow.
So victory is finally defined.

–Tom Riley

Vladimir

Vladimir

Yes, rivals had to be eliminated.
When you would save your people, that comes first.
The class of boyars then was subjugated.
Death was of course inflicted on the worst.
A long, dark past, devoted yet accursed,
Yielded to half-sincere renunciation.
A new faith was embraced – not in a burst
Of song, but through considered calculation.
Did hostile empires rise in detestation
Of what you had accomplished for the Rus?
An ally in the midst of complication
Appeared – and neutral nations just hung loose.
Loud enemies cried out: “Your armies stall!”
No, NATO never understood at all.

–Tom Riley

(In November 2016, in Moscow, Putin unveiled a statue of Vladimir the Great.)