Anwer to the unbombed opinions 
There is no way to be polite and diplomatic 
In situations, that to these words are at odds
Now, you can call me tactlessly dramatic 
I just dislike the sounds of russian bombs
My word are not as civil or as gallant 
As you would find particularly quaint 
But I find it quite hard to stay well-mannered
When your entire country's being raped
Have any of you jumped over a carcass
And smelled sweet stench of rotting dead?
It tends to turn you into hateful jackass
But this is justified, last time I checked 
I have the sacred right of every victim 
To hate the perpetrators of my pain
If you deny, that this hate has a reason,
You're either full of malice, or insane.
I hate the Russians, hate them monolithically 
As people, who continue come and kill
I don't expect us to agree politically 
But please, don't tell the victims how to live 
Don't tell us to be patient and be civil
To give our freedom like a maiden to a beast
There's no respect when dealing great evil
And our lives were never poker chips.