Непрерывный фашизм

Непрерывный фашизм

"Вы даже не свора. Вы — сволота.
Фашизофрении бацилла.
За вашим "да здравствует!" — пустота.
За пустотой — могила".
Мигель де Унамуно, "Фашизм", 1953 г.


Вернулся фашизм? Диктатуры дерьмо
И не исчезало, меняя обличья:
Тупой геноцид и неправды ярмо,
Права у народов по-прежнему птичьи.

Сейчас обостренье — война и говнид
То нам показали, развеяв сомненья.
Обманом как пулей ты будешь убит,
Коль дальше пойдёт здесь ума разложенье.

Говнид — индикатор: как мало ума!
Война показала бездушья проказу.
Фашизм нам навалит такого дерьма,
Что детскою сказкою все лже-заразы,

Что были доныне, покажутся нам.
Одно утешение — вновь подступает
Большой Катаклизм. Он разрушит Бедлам,
Что Души, Умы чрез фашизм убивает.



---------------------



Endless Fascism

"You’re not even a pack—you’re a plague,
A virus of fascist decay.
Your hollow cheers are empty stage,
And graves lie deep beneath your way."
— Miguel de Unamuno, Fascism, 1953


Fascism returned? No, it never withdrew,
Just changed its disguise, yet its core stays the same:
A genocide blind, where the lies twist the view,
And people still live like mere pawns in the game.

Now war makes it clear—there’s no doubt left to feign,
Deception strikes hard like a shot to the head.
If reason keeps rotting, then truth won’t remain,
And masses will march where the soulless are led.

Corruption’s a mirror—a mindless display,
And war shows how deep the infection has spread.
Fascism is rising, and soon on its way
Will bring us such horrors that lies seem like bread.

Yet one final reckoning looms in the night,
A chaos so great it will shatter the maze.
The Bedlam of tyrants will drown in its blight,
For souls and for minds, it will burn through the haze.



---------------------



Ego—A Blind Spot for Evil’s Play

The world revolved, but lost its thread—
The selfish soul was left for dead.
Once more it took the bait with glee,
For Evil feeds on such as these.

And since the selfish rule the game,
The beasts will triumph just the same.
Another age of dark and lies—
The “I” is but a burrowed vice.

Schools will trap you in their lair,
Then cast you out with twisted air.
A gas of lies, a toxic spell,
That kills the soul we hold so well.

Yet only Spirit lights the way,
To keep the soul from death’s decay.
The path is walked by one alone—
For ego dies where truth is sown.



---------------------



Woe to minds that stay too meek —
Dull and passive, lost, they fade.
Yet the keen are doomed to seek,
For Chaos shuns the wise and brave.



---------------------



A Captain Without a Ship

A dark canoe, bereft of charms,
Crashed on the rocks in sheer disgrace;
When you reject the magic's arms,
You'll find but emptiness in their place.

Not all charms are born of lies —
Some aren't the witch's twisted spells.
In light, like water, let truth rise,
Not through books, but where the heart dwells.

Hear your soul, its voice is clear;
No scholar’s pride will break the bars.
For if you're but a fool austere,
You'll never leave this prison of ours.

Only shattered, freed by light,
Once the shipwreck claims your past,
A captain, shipless, finds his right —
Among the Worthy, peace at last.



--- Всего 5 стихов ---



Все стихи здесь: https://greenexpectations.us/book/