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.
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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.