The Bolshei has chosen the right ballet
To spin the tale of its homeland spirit,
But the characters IDs are all amok.
The heart of Spartacus does not
Pulse in putin’s hollow chest,
He is Crassus incarnate –
Arch-enemy of freedom and justice.
The true heart of brave Spartacus beats
In the torsos of the Ukrainian people
Who stand dauntless in defense
Of their sacred liberty and honor.
So dancers of the heralded Bolshei,
Do not delude yourselves!
There is no art or prowess fine enough
To culture-wash the blood
from the murderous hands of those
Who slaughter their Ukrainian siblings.
The immortal caring arms of Phrygia
Enfold the children of Ukraine as if
They had emerged from her very womb.
The russian people wait in pain and sorrow.
For their bold new Spartacus,
Who will have both steel and soul to love
his neighbor’s freedom as his own.
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 8:33 AM UTC
The Bolshei has chosen the right ballet
To spin the tale of its homeland spirit,
But the characters IDs are all amok.
The heart of Spartacus does not
Pulse in putin’s hollow chest,
He is Crassus incarnate –
Arch-enemy of freedom and justice.
The true heart of brave Spartacus beats
In the torsos of the Ukrainian people
Who stand dauntless in defense
Of their sacred liberty and honor.
So dancers of the heralded Bolshei,
Do not delude yourselves!
There is no art or prowess fine enough
To culture-wash the blood
from the murderous hands of those
Who slaughter their Ukrainian siblings.
The immortal caring arms of Phrygia
Enfold the children of Ukraine as if
They had emerged from her very womb.
The russian people wait in pain and sorrow.
For their bold new Spartacus,
Who will have both steel and soul to love
his neighbor’s freedom as his own.
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