Saw a man from Moscow on the way to Ukraine
They talked about business and family and wife
They thought their outlook alike in their life
"My cattle are life" Cowboy said from under his is hat
My property, My food, My wealth, my plat
I steward their growth for my family and deeds
But I spend them like money when there is a need
"My peasants and migrants, and vatniks" Moscow said
"Are much like your cattle" I spend in my stead
When I grow the land to make Moscow thrive
They're the people I harvest to keep me alive
I spend them like money when there is a need
to expand my lands and Muscovy's creed
They're the meat that I send to die in the battle
They're the meat I replace with Ukrainian chattel
The captured go east to grow in the bad lands
to replace the meat that I spent to expand
You must see and agree that our goals are the same
They're our property, food, our wealth, our gain
The Cowboy stood, stretched his legs and his boots
and looked at Moscow from his head to his roots
"This old story I've heard, now I hear from your side"
He looked off in the distance, for a while, then replied
"My parents were Russian, told me stories that roared,
About tax collectors for the Golden Horde
They made slaves of their own, stole taxes to pay
even after the Horde had moved far away
That's the reason I'm on my way to Ukraine
bringing tanks and bullets to clean Russian stain
people and cattle, you don't treat them the same
I'm here so Moscow can't confuse them again
and Cowboy threw Moscow off of the train
"People are people" I heard Cowboy say
and cattle are cattle, now you have a nice day
