I love thee not, o land of high hypocrisy,
The country of the totalitarian democracy!
I’d rather not hear thy people’s language
Or belong to thee, gigantic savage!
I love thee not! If thou be a chariot,
The dragon is pulling thee, his name’s Iscariot.
He leads thee to the flaming iron curtain,
His speeches are imbued with notions uncertain.
Thou art repulsive! Thy mentality
Is a cesspool of high spirituality.
Thy people do disfigure all the Earth,
Thou art nothing, but a piece of mud and dirt!
August 14-15, 2011
To a Strange Land
© Copyright: Хабибулло-Евгений Киселев, 2011
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