With Apologies To Pushkin
There is a country far away, though today
Not so far, but wide as the eye can see,
Though a place you would not like to stay;
A place once valued in time and history,
Where stories were told, the people bold,
Now grown tired, now grown old;
And people asked how this came about,
The future seemed bright without a doubt.
Perhaps, they said, it’s all down to oil,
And looking up to the oligarchs -
Quick to take out but not put back -
Whilst others have to sweat and toil,
Knowing they could never win,
For if they stray, the boot is Put-in.
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