I am stronger than my Mother
In no smoking pipes of peace
Not of lack of fear but rather
That my freedom can be missed
If admitting her in my life
As a cause to treat me hard.
If she sorrowfully tries rives
Of my very frightened heart
I will feel myself so guilty
’Cause of helplessness I won’t
Through degrading her in wilting
Reach for making friends. I’m learnt
By the trust to the oppressor.
She’s the nearest but still
She is masterful aggressor.
I don’t want sometimes her killed
Even making me to think so.
All that necessary done
With achieving, not a winsome
But I’m lorn by people son.
If she won’t be executed
She will take my many and
Will take up her silly duties
From the church and priestly band
For accusing her of anger
Made me Satanist. But still
We are made by screens more ranker,
We improve with whiling will.
Night before 05/23/2011
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© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2011
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