They talk again about the wind of change
But firewood is wet and won't ignite
Cascade of sudden violence exchanged
May set ablaze what water cannot fight
First sparks of nineteen ninety-one
Burned only vegetation on the surface
But when upcoming storm is said and done
It might complete her final metamorphose
The frail will take the brunt of it again
Toothless babushkas once so full of life
The homeless children also feel the pain
When revolution eats them up alive
Awaiting this from safety of a distance
In hopes that decency this time prevails
Naively wishing West will give assistance
On bathroom mirror coward's face unveils
From Far Away
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