the west
under God
you might be a guest
or a colonialist
the former doesn't touch
the later destrois
the religion of the place
the religion of the place
human ability
to worship invisible
deity
within them
is destroyed of the later
today the poetess of the maidan
gives a rare voice in the daily noise
embraced by my heart:
as I look ashamed on the lyrics of my heart
2011, Tunesia, Egypt, Libya -
and my lyriks from the students of November on ...
then the first flash in the new faschistic ruled
'parliament'
and my moderate first break - Syria
I thought Assad? is a given by the culture
with good an bad sides
there isn' anything else
given
like seemigly Libya
I cant' change it and my soul
isn's asked
reality weighs more
than abstract moral guts
so I forgot all of it
except : the Washington-demons
in 9'11
like 500 years before around flying around Rome
and awoke 2013
one name
awoke me
Lavrov
then Maidan
and Krim
and Donbass
time has begun for living saints
like their brother
Vladimir and his buddhist and muslim
armed friends
each one the same in stile
now the world
each place in it's style
is beginning to deal with
these three pairs of wings
and to successively
changing into original skin
of the place
and America is discovering
it's hidden dream
to become red again
in the unchangable spirit
of small comunities
on the continentcontinent
on a long yourney
beyond times
colonized by the coasts
back to safe brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
here we are back with the beginning of this poesy
guest or
colonizer
with God
or
the chosen
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