So hollow in intensity, so shallow in it’s depth A crassness to integrity, opaqueness so bereft, A shadow of its former self, this champion of the State, Arcane in miss-performance with mistake upon mistake. How is it taken seriously, Why be now, so bizarre This monolithic monster like a spider trapped in jar? Writhing in confinement, convulsing from within, In ranting forth obscenity with florid faces grim. All dialogue refusal then a storming into view Of hoodlums clad in camouflage waving weaponry at you. To barge over borders with a reckless disregard Mouthing blame at all the vanquished in a parody’s montage. Abuse at reaction from an outraged world out there Derision to the sanctions and a startled, people’s stare. Russia in the only mode it knows to bridge defence Attack, attack all comers then barter recompense.