Drops of blood
In puddles of mud
Frogs of the west
Still don't understand
No lessons are learend
From previous bads
Lice from the east
Wild and and deaf
Spread the desease
But heads full of boils
Refuse to believe
The ways of green locusts
From where it comses
What it wants to achieve
Darkness returns
To the shores of Gauls
Pen condemnatios
Is lip serive of fools
Blind revenge
Is so easily aimed
Real issues
And key questions
Are still unnamed
First borns are asleep
Till the cout of ten
But then it is too late
History books
Lie on the shelves
Read some of them
Before the clock hits twelve
The fairy won't come
Pleads won't be heard
Blood will be shed
None will be spared
© Eli 2015
Count to ten
© Copyright: Мень Илья, 2015
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