The Odessa Massacre Rhyme

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The Brits remember their Gunpoweder plot by a simple rhyme:

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…

The gruesome events that happened in Odessa on the Second of May 2014, when Right Sector Nazis cornered, burn and short unarmed people in Odessa Trade Union building are worthy of a similar commemoration.

Remember remember the Second of May
Manslaughter, murder, flesh burnt.
That’s enough of a reason that Odessa massacre
Should never be forgot…

UPDATE 2024:

10 years later, The Shieldmaiden from our Telegram channel “Beorn And The Shieldmaiden” came up with this powerful variation on the rhyme:

Remember that day, the Second of May
Nazi-goons, arson, and shots
Best of reasons we have that Odessa massacre
Should never be forgot.


UPDATE 2025: A fiery tribute poem, translated by Putinger’s Cat:

Today marks 11 years since the Odessa massacre, where dozens of Anti-Maidan activists died in the burning Trade Unions House on May 2nd, 2014.

Here’s a translation of a poem, by an unknown author, dedicated to the tragedy. The original poem is below the translation.

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Odessa, May 2nd, 2014
by unknown author

A woman screamed in the defiled Odessa.
A woman screamed, oh, how afraid she must have been…
A woman screamed and demons were rejoicing,
They laughed and howled, a bunch of wild cavemen.

People were sliding out of gaping windows,
Forced by the vile black smoke, trying to breathe –
The devil spun, in Odessa, а reeking chrysalis
And quickly hatched out as an adolescent beast.

Possessing many heads and many tails,
With a vicious tongue, forked and multilingual,
Drunk on his own demonic violence,
He drew a wicked pleasure in the screaming.

Nursed by a cocktail from a dark glass bottle,
A liquid brown, just like all of his sick ilk,
He licked his chops, anticipating likes
And comments from unhinged Internet filth.

Bodies were burning, souls were suffocating.
And no one came. No one. Nobody. None.
A bloated scaly carcass with a vile name:
“The Anti-Terrorist Operation” or “ATO”.

They shot, and hit, and crucified, and tore
Live flesh to kill it for their feast.
They sucked on pain and swallowed mortal fear.
Where, once, were people, there were beasts.

Now, through the backstreets, they have spread
And firmly occupied important office chairs.
Hundreds of folks come out in their defense
When summoned by corrupt and snitching powers.

A woman screamed. And then she died.
And is not coming back a ruined harvest.
I never will forget the way she cried,
As the unsilent ashes beat on my chest.

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Одесса, 2 мая 2014
автор неизвестен

Кричала женщина в поруганной Одессе.
Кричала женщина – как страшно было ей.
Кричала женщина. Возликовали бесы.
Они смеялись, кучка дикарей.

Скользили люди из разверстых окон,
Их гнал наружу жуткий чёрный дым.
Так дьявол свил в Одессе смрадный кокон
И вылупился зверем молодым.

Многоголовый и многохвостатый,
Раздвоеный язык многоязык,
Жестокостью своею бесноватой
Он упивался, слыша этот крик.

Раскормленный коктейлем из бутылки,
Коричневый, как вся его чума,
Он предвкушал, какие будут ссылки
И комментов разнузданная тьма.

Тела горели, задыхались души.
Никто не спас. Никто. Никто. Никто.
Распухшая чешуйчатая туша,
Название паскудное – АТО.

Стреляли, били, рвали, распинали
Живую плоть, чтоб умертвить её.
Сосали боль и смертный страх глотали.
Где были люди, там теперь зверьё.

Оно порасползлось по подворотням,
По важным креслам прочно угнездясь,
В его защиту созывает сотни
Продажная и ссученая власть.

Кричала женщина. Потом её не стало.
Не возродится прежнее жнивьё.
Я не забуду, как она кричала.
Немолчный пепел в сердце бьёт моё.


UPDATE 2023: A lot of the links below are no longer functioning, what with especially YouTube “freedom-of-speeching” the truth. Here are several alternative video materials:


Resources:
Odessa slaughter survivors reveal their side of story in intl photo exhibit
ODESSA 5/02: The Untold Truth of Kulikovo Field [Part 1 ]
ODESSA 5/02: The Untold Truth of Kulikovo Field [Part 1 ] HD 1080p
Odessa 5/02: La verità non detta di Piazza Kulikovo [ITALIAN]
Kiev protégé allegedly behind Mariupol and Odessa massacres – leaked tapes
Odessa massacre victims died in seconds, not from smoke – emergency service chief
How the thugs killed Odessa inhabitants in the Trade Unions House – the details of bloody scenario
The Ukrainian City That Refuses to Implode


50 people are still reported missing, presumed dead after the Odessa massacre. Ukrainian authorities are not looking for them. Moreover, the Trade Union building, which is considered a material evidence of the crime and is surrounded by a concrete fence, is being quietly renovated and painted from the inside, erasing the evidence.

A poem for a killed child

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Меня убили под Славянском.
Мне было семь неполных лет.
Со мной убиты мама с папой,
Убиты бабушка и дед.

Мне было больно, очень больно.
Так не бывает у детей.
Скажи солдат, в меня стрелявший,
Что скажешь дочери своей?

Отдашь ли ей мои игрушки?
Отдашь с рисунками альбом?
Отдашь в крови моей котёнка?
Как взглянешь ей в глаза потом?

Скажи солдат, меня убивший,
Каким ты молишься Богам?
Кому принёс ребёнка в жертву?
В какой отдашь добычу храм?

Я умерла, и я не плачу.
Застыла на щеке слеза.
Запомни враг, в меня стрелявший,
Убитой девочки глаза.

Автор – Вячеслав Бунеев


I was killed under Slavjansk.
I wasn’t yet even 7.
My mother and father were killed with me
Killed were my grandma and granddad

It was painful, very painful,
As children never should have felt.
Tell me soldier, you who shot at me,
What will you say to your daughter?

Will you give her my toys?
Will you give her my album with drawings?
Will you give her my blood-covered kitten?
How will you look into her eyes?

Tell me soldier, you who killed me,
Which Gods do you pray to?
Which God did you sacrifice a child to?
To which temple will you bring your pray?

I died, and I am not crying.
The tear has dried upon my cheek.
Remember enemy, who shot at me,
The eyes of the murdered girl.

Poet: Vjacheslav Buneev


Child in Slavjansk
She was only 6 when she was killed in Slavjansk by Ukrainian artillery shells on the 8th of June at 13:15.


So far, over 60 children were killed in Novorossia by artillery and bullets from Nazional guard, private bandit armies of Kolomojskij, Klichko, Yarosh, and regular army. Most lost their lives with their families while attempting to break through the blockade of Slavjansk and escape to safety in Russia.

In the meantime, US State Department says that refugee children are simply going from Ukraine to Russia on vacation to their grannies. Prime Minister Medvedev called such statement from US for limitless cynicism. Tonight (02.07) another child, age 5, didn’t reach her “granny in Russia” as she died in an airstrike against Kondrashovka.

Shells devastate entire streets in eastern Ukrainian town (VIDEO, PHOTOS)

“At the site of the second strike the situation is even worse: 9 people have died, and 11 have been wounded. Among the victims is a five year-old girl, who with her father. The impact was so strong her legs were blown off. Once again, the exact number of the dead will only become clear later.”


And against the backdrop of such blatant murder, Ukraine urges Russia not to accept orphans fleeing war zones.