Russians Poems - Poems about Russians

Russia among us Dagestan must not be confused with Londonstan  where Islamists stop traffic to pray in the streets  trying to alter the British way of life, they fled from when living in Pakistan In Dagestan, the Islamists went amock burning  churches,  synagogues and killing many Russians  When the Western media press and TV reported they  concentrated on the murder of a priest who was not a...

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The Russians are coming again In Northern Norway, not far from Russia the people have lived without worry but the war hysteria is also washing up on the rugged shores. There is talk about closing harbors for Russian fishing vessels, in case they spy or do unlawful things Let us be clear, Russia is not about to invade, but we live in a time...

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Brolley Hit Give me something small No big bomb or aircraft carrier needed A little virus on the tip of a pin Ready to inject you viral death Not fall down dead a few days Starts with a fever then more Doctor thinks it’s a cold or flu It's a bit more serious but shhh! Don't alert the authorities Before the operative escapes Another KGB hit...

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The Russians Are Coming The Russians are coming, tremble in fear Hide your jewelry, washing machines, beer But their army is weak, only fights the unarmed We should take them out and all they’ve farmed The Russians are coming, animals from the east But they’re brains are deformed an insane beast Morons with weapons what do you expect? We allowed this, gave too...

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The Russians are coming Skiers complain it is too cold, most of them are from the cold country is the frost in China different than say, Scandinavia? A newspaper gleefully telling us there fewer spectators this time then in the Olympic last time, I think this tittle-tattle has to do with infantile reports looking to throw some China’s way. The...

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I. The Fish Crow is an outcast amongst the seagulls Standing on the hot Miami sand At the end Of our rose-colored beach towel Nodding and blabbing half-heartedly Nuh-uh nuh-uh To the lack of crumbs From us The stingy blue collar visitors From freezing old gray Michigan We’re so out of place Down here As pale as if we were skinless Wandering like ghosts among this feast Of color and...

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The Russians are coming. Listening to Portuguese Tv, there is talk of a third wave of the coronavirus, it is not a wave that flattens out like the calm sea. It will strike when people get careless and insist on celebrating X. mass (Jesus can do without his birthday for once) can you? Then there is the pesky New Year,...

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From Russia with love Russia is a strange and great country, not quite in Europe and not quite Eastern, they react to mayhem but seldom intimate it; for those who are history less they won The brutal war of 1940 and 1945 by breaking the back of the German army and making it possible by Britain and the USA to take...

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Soviet Jet Soviets are like mosquitoes Always there in the environment There’s no escape from them They get in your head So they rule you remorsessly By power of paranoia A bite is a bullet An infection is a bomb A disease is a nuclear blast Mosquitoes are Russians Russians are mosquitoes Waiting to be eradicated By a superior power Always ready for war Endless circle of deceit Mosquito flight round...

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All Russians love chili. How do you know? I met one once. All Mexicans love bluebirds. How do you know? I heard from my cousin. All Whites love Trump. I am white. I know. My teeth cringe....

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The Russians are coming. Picture this North of Norway it was early spring but still cold but the days were longer, and the land was gripped by the German army and their collaborators. The Russian army came pushing the Germans south, the German army tried the scorched earth tactic burning houses and barns killing livestock, the people were hiding...

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One man Stands Beneath his white helmet And demands, Silence. Throughout Aleppo. His stethoscope, He attaches To the dust And listens From his knees. The man has Ten fingers, A dry brush And a pair of pliers To dig like an archeologist. He does not have years, But minutes To search the ruins For toes That wiggle Or mouths That suckle Or bleeding hearts That still beat Like tremors In puddles of plaster. When an apartment building Of ten stories Is bombed By planes Flown by...

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Blame Russia A thought flew and past I saw a shadow in the afternoon sun it was a quick devilish thing I tried to hold on to it. But I saw a transparent ocean shifting shingles on the beach of Greenland and lazy seals waiting to be shot. While I missed the news about flooding In Georgia...

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What we all thought had long since passed Well that period of time didn't really last Standing there on the borders of the Ukraine At any moment the missiles could begin to rain He is Syria's Assad's terror regime's only support And for Iran they simply await their next arms import What ever He says that He will...

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More than 1,000 men, sometimes women forced to clandestine detention centers. Relatives mystified as to there whereabouts. Some Russian troops bribed with money, weapons or ammunition. Returning gave rise to evidence of rape to both women and men, constant beatings rendering broken bodies; some with hammers. One left with severe back injury, another broken ribs giving rise to kidney issues. Guards treating inmates cruelly knowing their...

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