A secret Russian agent is in London poisoned

in the old way of the KGB by radioactive means,

which only superpowers have the means of;

but that Russia, which alone was motivated to the murder

does of course deny it, as did Putin when the journalist of civil courage

Anna Politkovskaya was murdered

shot down in the elevator of her home

with no less than five mortal bullets

in the ordinary mafia style,

which murder also only Russia could have any motive for.

Things don't look any better

as the murdered London agent Litvinenko

was investigating the aforesaid murder

of the lovely Anna Politkovskaya;

but Putin and the politicians reason with some realistic cynicism:

"Who cares? Who has the energy and time to bother

when the world goes down the road to ruin anyway

by aids, catastrophes, malaria, TBC,

the global warming and ever increasing floods?

We can afford to overlook some small politic murder,

one or two, a dozen or another

since they must be soon forgotten anyway

and disappear in the most boring usual flow

of normal global catastrophical statistics."