The Ukranazi

Once upon a ’14 dreary

The world waited, worn and weary

To see what evil Obama would bring to fore;

Suddenly there came a snapping

As of jackboots all a-rapping

As of nazi jackboots a-rapping

Outside the Rada’s door

” ‘Tis nothing much,” said the world

“Just some marching and nothing more.”

O dreadful in February, as of Bandera all bleary –

Peering from out his grave at his followers a hundred score

Heiling him as they marched, in nazi  uniforms pressed’n’starched

As they sought to bring to life what had been crushed eighty years before

“Ah, feels good,” said he, in his grave under a tree,

“We’re back as never before

Time to lean back and roar.”

Ah distinctly he remembers, by the glowing embers

Of the massacres his OUN committed years-many-a-score

Blood flowing in rivers, Poles’ and Jews’ dying shivers

Brought him ecstasy like he’d never felt before.

“Surely,” he thought a thought

“This chance has us brought

The freedom to murder Russians we never had before.

Surely we can now murder Russians like we never did before.”

He thought, and grinned, like an opening door

Like Hell’s slow-opening door.

“Nazi!” said Donbass, “thing of evil

Fascist, traitor, scum and devil,

Think you to do now what you couldn’t do before?

Our grandfathers beat you then, cast your mind to back when

And we’ll break you again, on the rock of our freedom’s shore

Till only your bones are left on freedom’s shore

Only those, and nothing more.”

O reeling back in December, as Donbass’ warriors tore asunder

Nazi units that had gone to put them to the yoke and more

NATO whined and squealed, as ancient tanks westward wheeled

Liberating the lands that they had once before

Freeing the lands from nazis they had done once before

In hallowed 1944 of storied lore.

“Give us an agreement,” said alleged lady and alleged gent,

Merkel and Hollande, “leaders of the world” and more –

“Let there be peace, bread, honey, milk and cheese,

Just sign Minsk II and believe us more and more

Believe that we’re sincere about peace this time, oh

Like we never were before.”

Then came that dread winter, when they finally felt ready to splinter

That “peace deal” they’d signed so many years before

“Come March ’22, we’ll  screw down the screw

Crush the Donbass, as we’ve been trained and armed to do and more

Put on our Waffen SS patch, pull down our tank’s turret hatch

And fire our shells at mums and kids in Donetsk till they can take no more

Blood flowing in the street, now that’s something you can’t beat

Russian blood flowing in the street, as nazis had done before

That’s something all of us adore,

Give us that and then some more.”

But then it came to pass, like spring’s soil sprouting grass

That finally Russia could take no more;

“If war is what must be, then let it be set free

From the dungeon we chained it for eight years and more,

From the time that it was aching to blast, through the nazis that were massed

To burn Odessa’s protestors alive and more

To free all from Bandera’s filth and more

From the steppe to the Black Sea Shore.”

So now is the time at hand, when Russia’s soldiers all a-band

Break the back of nazism, as they did once before,

Not to think of “peace” decrees, or of a “conflict freeze”,

But to push on to victory as their ancestors had before,

In Paris and then again

In Berlin through blood and pain

To victory once again, as they had oft before

Then there will be peace, and in no way more.

Now the Ukranazi still is whinging, still is clinging

To his tattered swastika flag as it droops more than ever before,

While Russia’s soldiers closer press, he puts more patches on his battledress

Waffen SS patches from battles eighty years before –

And looks to children and old men

To fight for him as back then

To fight for him as he readies to flee once more

To his western masters as he’d done before

‘Tis deja vu, and nothing more.