Sunday, December 12, 2010

"Sparrow Hills"

Buried a journalist's body
'neath Vorobyovy Gory
'neath Vorobyovy Gory
Was where they found you

Moon still and hoary
'bove Vorobyovy Gory
Shined on shovels' glory
And my jujitsu

Wind through burning forests played
"Managed Democracy"
But liberalizing promises made
Were never to be

Though they're far apart
Chechnya and Old Muscovy
It's not so unlike Grozny
'neath Vorobyovy Gory

- Fats Putin

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