We always play games in a monochrome colors,
And, often, think "Yes", but we must and say "No".
Industrial city makes condoms and covers
For killers and lovers, who die from a blow.
Industrial city makes us and makes others.
It kills our souls, and we start to pay bills.
And factories burn our mothers and fathers,
But factories make our money and pills.
We feel and we run from mad cities professors
And start a new life in Siberian raves
How long we’ll be free before status aggressor?
How quickly it finds us, to make their slaves?
Attention! Attention! Its monochrome colors.
It’s beautiful cover with no soul inside.
Industrial city, you eat me like others,
But planet will eat you and it will be right.
Andrey V. Zakharov (19.06.2010)
Monochrome colors
© Copyright: Андрей Захаров, 2010
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