Star-inwoven tapestry - skies,
Silky veil to the virgin-bride Earth
Always capture universe’s eyes,
Which intend to learn what they’re worth.
Concrete jungles of the cities in dust,
Built on surface, that belonged to the kings
Slowly devour noblemen’s past
Take the history under plane-wings.
Narrow and so lonesome dark streets
Often rooting straight to dead end,
Give a birth to leaders of creed –
Leaders, who don’t have to pretend.
If we keep unleashing these wars
With nuclear hazardous arms,
We may once wake up in the world,
Set on fire by the dying grey sun…
Modernization
© Copyright: Екатерина Янишевская, 2006
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