(Russian missiles have recently struck pizza restaurants in Kramatorsk and Pokrovsk in Ukraine, killing men, women and children)

 

Why do you hate our pizzerias?

Why do you target tomato and cheese?

What have you got against pepperoni?

Are our four seasons failing to please?

 

We pride ourselves on our ingredients;

Our service is rated second to none.

But your depraved senses ferret us out;

Just what in the name of God have we done?

 

It seems all too easy to blow these joints,

So why not try opening one instead?

We find that a wide space between the chairs

Facilitates the counting of the dead.

 

For any locale where people gather

Is now fair game for unspeakable you,

And the rotting heaps of half-eaten crusts

A fitting testament to your vile crew.