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With Putin’s helicopters hopelessly
seen flying at the hammer Prigozhin.
His Wagner group roll by relentlessly.
Gone rolling north with Moscow’s deep chagrin.
Old tanks and dump trucks block the crumbling way
while autocrat’s watch oligarchs and Xi.
The treason’s baked by Putin’s chef today.
The trumpiest Americans won’t see.
The world is watching nervously this just
concern with chaos amidst the confusion
and keeping eyes on loose nukes we must
while others deconstruct our disillusion.
.
All of a sudden, columns turn around.
What happens now? Old friendship rules the roost?
Sixty days later Prigozhin struck ground.
Falls from the sky, was pushed, some have deduced.
