The shooting of Malaysian Air flight 17 represents a clear breach of international law by Vladimir Putin, both in jus im bello and jus ad bellum.

Malaysian Air

How could you do this to us, Bes,

Aiming your guns high above Donetsk
In Shakhtarsk Raion by the River Mius?
Smells like spinelessness and flesh
Scald the throat with a Malasian Air

Your nom de guerre sums up your fire

Your aim is thirty thousand feet in the sky

Shoes thump later into ploughed troughs

While towels float in puffs to sprawl

Upon the sunflower fields of Rozsypne

No one takes the blame, though voices

Of shock are recorded and photos

From satellites show blast scars

And children of the village press fingers

Into the tire pits of a Buk launcher

Come forward cowardly Putin Russia

Raise your true Olympic flag in the stadium

Of airspace in Ukraine before us all

Under the stranded limbs, and Kleenex

Whisps in the trees of Hrabove