Eastern pimphouse brawler

 The world is at a new precipice
Fires of the east are fed by the ghost of an old war
still simmering in the heart of an industrious legacy seeking leader
Borders must once again shift

Pushed by the pinch of bullet
and the punch of bomb
Their most valuable reources squandered
For an old man´s dream

As great dreams crumble in the rubble and the rouble
The stockpile flowing over skies from this problematic neighbor
too many long winters, slow growth and a sense of shrinkage
A red light over Balalaika blinking

Not like a traffic light but a sex district
spiritual fire consuming block on block bordel
The greed underneath a legacy seeking demon
Moscow no longer the milk giving teets they were

Maybe you need to be reduced to radioactive ash
as you tarry the human objective of power and unity