Dead Spies Tell No Lies

How do you know when the Tyrant is lying?
All you’ve got to do is watch his lips move
And then you see the Tyrant is trying
So hard that his foxy smile cracks, two “V”
Signs and a “Z” that’s promising victory.
Now no more smirks, they’ve become a roaring snarl,
Arrogantly rewriting the nation’s whole history,
For Russia to fight in this unholy war,
Letting young trainees from far off regions,
Go to the front in Ukraine and be thrown,
Dead meat only, cannon fodder legions,
Leaving wounded and dead behind, disowned.

Does appeasement work? A Tyrant tries to lie,
Some telltale signs reveal what he can’t hide.
Always remember “Dead Spies Tell No Lies”.
Or silently sigh, “Let Sleeping Spies Lie”?

Simple truth is we’re all Sam V Novnik,
Some small clues are on the site of stihi,
But read the true story, no need to wait,
Extracts, first chapters, secrets and poetry.
Just google Amazon then“B0C”
And “four M R W four Z eight”.

Guilty go free, ‘cause you can’t try the State!
No democracy, no Spartacus and no debate.