[Verse 1]
Kyiv's commanders chose a mercantile target again
Wildberries — Russia's sprawling marketplace — the warehouses in flame
Not soldiers, not a frontline, but an economic vein
Ukraine is threading commerce into every strike's refrain
Bringing the war homeward, past the border, past the gate
A doctrine of attrition, where the shelves enumerate the weight
[Chorus]
Fourteen dead on both sides, the ledger speaks in grief
Ballistic missiles over Kyiv, drones above the reef
Of refineries and airfields, ships that smolder on the sea
A ruinous reciprocity — no silence, no reprieve
Fourteen dead on both sides, the exchange rate paid in bone
Every headline another proof — this war has no safe zone
[Verse 2]
Washington is threading back a diplomatic seam
Renewing talks while both sides trade the carnage in between
The Kremlin — and here's a word — is using *suasion* dark and blunt
Coercive pressure on its own, conscripting men to front
Suasion: forced persuasion, when the powerful compel
Bullying its citizens toward a battlefield of shell
[Verse 3]
And looming past the summer is a specter cold and grey
Ukraine fears the coming months will be its harshest weigh
Winter infrastructure — power grids and heating cores
The toughest test since Russia crossed and blew the starting doors
Ukrainian drones hit targets deep inside the Russian sprawl
Eight more casualties reported — answering each call
[Verse 4]
The families of Wildberries workers mourn the dead
A marketplace for ordinary lives — now struck instead
The calculus of pressure says economies must bleed
That breaking civil commerce plants a more corrosive seed
Each parcel unfulfilled, each warehouse dark and cold
Another chapter of this war methodically told
[Bridge]
This is not a distant abstraction, not a map-room game
Real warehouses, real refineries — real people bore the claim
The *noctilucent* glow of burning fuel against the night
Noctilucent — luminous in darkness — that eerie borrowed light
Diplomats negotiate while missiles still descend
The shape of any settlement too fractured to transcend
[Chorus]
Fourteen dead on both sides, the ledger speaks in grief
Ballistic missiles over Kyiv, drones above the reef
Of refineries and airfields, ships that smolder on the sea
A ruinous reciprocity — no silence, no reprieve
Fourteen dead on both sides, the exchange rate paid in bone
Every headline another proof — this war has no safe zone
[Outro]
August third — remember what the briefings have declared
Wildberries burning, Kyiv struck, the cost of being ensnared
Negotiations stirring while the warheads still deploy
This is the Ukraine conflict — and it grinds without decoy