The continued unimpeded dismantling of democratic systems, norms and values in superpower nations such as Russia, will result in dastardly fallouts that will impact the global community at-large. A countless number of nations will regress to Machiavellian governance by the opportunistic and ruthless, creating a hellscape for their domestic populations.
This scenario will ultimately negate a rules-based international order and be fertile ground for soulless, rogue, elements to threaten humanity with the use of nuclear weapons. This potential catastrophe is playing out in real-time and is borne-out by Putin's incessant nuclear sabre-rattling, on the world stage.
Putin Dances With The Devil
Putin, a zealot and marionette, of the ruler of darkness
Corrosive acid, pumping from his bloodless heart
Coursing through iron-pipe-arteries, to feed a demented mind
He evinces swollen, sodden, sickly hands of an insatiable, blood-sucking vampire
Reptilian eyes, laser-focused on courting death, depravity and destruction
Whilst, an oral cavity, hosts venomous spiders, weaving entrapments of lies, deceit and mayhem
Unspeakable terror and horror, wrapped-up in their tangled webs
The faux-czars' spindly, weak, bent limbs, support a diseased-ravaged and rotten midsection
As he dances with the devil!
Cloaked and draped from head to foot, in Russia's white, blue and red
Putin's monstrous, medusa-like head, crowned with priceless gemstones of diamond, emerald, sapphire, topaz, ruby, beryl and garnet
Pair-skating blisfully on a deep frozen ocean of the blood of innocents
A nightmarishly inhuman face, upturned, awaiting his lover's kiss
They display a passionate exchange, and seal, of requited affection
Flaunting, a public affirmation of undying love
Whilst, conveying the unspoken words of 'I do' and 'untill death do we part'
The underworld, macabre, dance of death performance
Set to the infernal orchestral sounds of a war-ravaged, victimised and pitiful, Ukrainian populace
Elicits spontaneous and rapturous applause from theiir superfans, of oligarchs and apparatchiks
Swept-up in the corruption and gore; evermore drunken with an endless supply of fresh blood and guts
As they throw countless luxury garlands of roses, lilies, tulips, orchids and gloriosas
To the deeply-admired and adored, joined-at-the-hip - duo
Albeit, the fiery, burning-sun, finally sets on their dastardly turns, spins and pirouettes
Alas! the eternally accursed pair ignite into hellish, towering, dancing flames!
© 2025 by Irene Fowler
