Russia in Venezuela
Thank you, Russia.
You stood up to a bully.
You faced the warmonger
that calls itself America.
To defend the weak
is true power.
Venezuela has suffered
under American claws
for many years.
Their pain
is becoming fuel.
Their sorrow
is turning into strength.
America—
even your dog in the White House
knows the truth:
you are not in Venezuela
for democracy.
You are there
for oil.
How many souls
must die
under your holy lie?
Iraq burned.
Libya bled.
Now Venezuela
stands in your crosshairs.
You call every leader
you cannot control
a dictator,
a criminal,
a monster.
But the world
knows your game.
Your crimes
have become your shadow.
Chávez stood tall—
you smeared him.
Maduro resisted—
you cursed him.
All you wanted
was a puppet
to kneel at your feet.
But the world
has changed.
The Global South
has awakened.
Your tricks
have expired.
It’s not that we worship Russia.
No.
It is because, today,
Russia stands
as a shield
for the poor nations
you have exploited
for a century.
Millions pray
for your downfall, America.
They whisper it at night.
They cry it in silence.
They carry it
in the wounds
you left in their lands.
Their prayers
will reach the sky.
Their tears
will knock at your door.
And when sorrow
returns to you—
as you sent it to others—
your ending
will be slow,
loud,
and unforgettable.
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