Hiber-Nation
The Russian bear never died
It was in prolonged hiber-nation
tending to Western-inflicted wounds
nibbling on yellow stars
gathering strength
waiting for an opening
waiting for weakness.
Now the bear feeds on the blood of women
each hectare of land it tramples.
Burying the soul of children.
The red bear hammers death into the lips of peace.
While the red dragon spreads its virus...
The aging harlot of the west.
On its spindly-oily knees
only tending to the stiffness of God.
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