Come to see the dog-king’s execution
Come to hear a ugly whistle from his shivering lips
To see the fall of the crown
Catching up his cutted head to reach the dirt of the rebellious city
You won’t be sad when you spit in his pale face
Like everyone who came to honor a new era
Of senseless violence and stupid promises
But don’t you think to take the lead
If you don’t want to follow him
Execution of the dog-king
© Copyright: Тито Варкентин, 2012
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