Weren’t you lucky, up to time of your blood thirsty war,
Russian sports, especially gymnasts and ballet at the fore,
Gave your presidency of Russia somewhat of a credit,
Hopefully with Western sanctions you’ll swim in debit
And, as for the Patriarch of your Russian Orthodox Church
Strange bedfellows you are, so odd,
You Putin, and your puppet Patriarch, will one day face God.
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