Oh, Kremlin Lion,

Do you not dream

Of being more than just a fool,

Can you not see

From around your heavy mane,

Can you not hear 

Above your own thunderous roar,

You’ve charged headlong,

Not pausing to think,

Not stopping to wonder why

You’ve gained the scars of the hunt.

But not gained the victory spoils. 

You are baffled and beguiled 

By Kyiv mouse,

Whose gentle actions

Are hushed by your pounding feet,

Whose voice so quiet

Yet silenced more, by your gnashing jowl,

Whose timid nature

Crushed by your uncounseled swipes,

Mouse craves isolation from this conflict,

To live side by side with those like-minded,

Those who have a similar view, who understand

Their aspirations for their own existence.

Oh Lion

Be still a while,

Stop, and look around you,

Think carefully about your hopes for tomorrow,

For others will eventually seek and dismantle you,

Destroy your home, your dreams, your future,

You will have nowhere, and no one to turn to 

You’ll be surrounded by the ravenous hyenas of Nato 

Remember, to die a Lion may be proud

But to live a mouse is to be alive