In Wagner's march on Moscow's might,
A compromise hath brought us light;
A war averted by God's hand,
Belarus hath stayed their plan.
Brother Lukashenko strong,
In peace and strife, he doth belong;
He brokers deal 'twixt Putin's might,
And rebels seeking endless fight.
But now, in Moscow's court and town,
Ukraine's war turns thrones around;
The fate of kingdoms hangs in wake,
As Putin's power starts to shake.
