My mother’s afraid of my brain
And contents of it as an arm.
For power she wants me remain
Ignorant as serves in a farm,
Not knowing my enemy and
Adoring oppressor for praise.
Yes, let wit be but no more than
I need to fulfil, not to raze
The world with my mother within.
Supporting of mind was mistake
And now she offensively pin
To kill faith in reason, to make
Me stupid and cowed moron
Destroying my life for the safe
Obedience… No, I will learn
And bring God with morals to grave.
Night before 05/24/2011
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© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2011
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