A man without eyes,
As it was once chosen and began to walk under it,
He is listening to fools,
Began to lead you.
"Break here,
And build there,
Here I am an artist,
I so see "
Shouted at you,
Waved a club
"In my world,
Everything is perfect,
You are short-sighted,
And I see further,
Peace will come.
His steps,
Well I hear "
But years went by,
And the situation worsened,
To change the course,
But the pugilist felt pity,
And like nannies,
Everywhere they followed him,
And the whole country, hoped, will see through
And he will save us, at the last moment,
They did not understand that he was only a grain of sand,
In a huge sea of ;;dust.
And they lived all with shit,
And they liked shit.
A man without eyes
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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