Oh how many times because of love,
you killed, "vice of the soul",
Fire, with a cross in hand
at five, the limb roamed.
You talk about conscience and right, *
"It is from God," but it smells like stench
On behalf of the people you will forbid
with care and in the interest of the herd.
The people and the authorities are so merciless
bites in, executes mercilessly.
In confusion, everything will do.
The earth will reconcile and accept everyone.
* translation from Uzbek
People and power
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