To spit with relish
In the mug of legal
State oversight.

With a cigarette over the pit
To proclaim:
Glory to Ukraine!

To slide to the bottom
From a finger on the trigger
Of an instrument of death.

To end up on the lists
Of the archives of crimes,
A stooge in files they kept on you.

To enter weakened hearts
With gratitude for freedom.
 … By the force of resistance.