Людям Настоящего [поэзия]

It's now different you feel -
Heart was locked with a seal...
Oh, where has gone your sanity?
It's all but like insanity...

With a headache in your head,
With your eyes of color red,
With the illness of your mind
Will again peace you find?


Love and hate decide your fate,
Closing hellish, divine gate,
Killing or reborn your being,
Give new sight or end your seeing...

Притормози

Slow down, friend, you've worked fine
For endless months staying till nine,
And worked like a caged pet,
Whose health became his crazy bet.

All hoping to contribute much
To your new home place as of such
And please the rulers of the match,
Who are too far to be of touch.


But you will find no treasure chest
In a society like wasp's nest.
A test of will, a test of faith...
How have they called this madness' race?

And how did they explained to others
That they must now forget theirs brothers,
That they must be ‘devoted ones’
And thus become the Working Funs?

And thus to spend entire days
In office cells - this slavish place,
With no time to return to home,
With no will not to sign the form?


Slow down, friend, you've done your best
And thus have earned your rightful rest,
It was your last and final test -
To learn to do not always best.
To learn to choose the things, that's right,
To learn to make your person's fight.
And trust me, you will not go down,
If you at once
Will
Just
Slow
Down.

Мы жалкие пешки в руках королей

We are but mere pawns in the hands of kings,
We are the mindless spawns, just soul-enslaved beings.

No more than the listeners, no more than the followers,
No more than self-missed ones … will ever we be over us?

We follow those without minds, who claim they have divine rights,
As if they are the higher beings, yet they and blind and have no seeing.

We could not find the satisfaction unless we do belong to faction,
Unless we all are parts of crowd, for only then we feel us stout.

And we will fight to our death with those ones who's been claimed as 'less',
And we will drink theirs bloody tears and name those drinkers as the Heroes.

Thus snake will catch it's own tail, thus it will comes to no avail.
Thus heroes born, thus heroes die … and will thy soul that survive ?

And does thy soul ever feels that you are standing on your kneels,
That you are lesser than a man if you are slave there and then?

And will you ever understand that there is but one Upper Hand,
The hand of god, not mere men, and will it all be over then..?

But will you ever come to peace? And will you stop the other's tease?
And will you ever think of others as if they were your own brothers?