Slime

On this beautiful globe which we love

Where green’s and blue’s dominate

It takes not much more than a shovel

To penetrate its surface, exposing hate

 

There is one less voice for the people

Who are stamped beneath the foot                 

Of a viciously sick, self-serving dictator

Whose mind is just filled with soot

 

Alexey Navalny, who dared disagree   

Has been dealt with, as was expected

Leaving behind a nation that is now

A near lifeless corpse, badly infected

 

The sun will still rise, tide’s still turn

On thorny stalks, roses will bloom

And for Earth’s beauty to remain as is

For slime like Putin, there just isn’t room