Confession of a renegade

The power made me an outcast
The enemy of Russia has declared loudly.
And I hear the cries on the left, and on the right:
"Vali in your Kyiv or Tel Aviv!"

In my native country, I am non -grata.
(The poet is dangerous here!)
Two -legged so much is not at all happy,
That an eight -digit number will come out.

Having arranged unbearable life to me,
From different cities and villages
Block the cattle of selected slopes
It pours jams on me every day.

And they multiply the waste paper
In uniform people (God is judge all!)
Alas, nothing teaches Rashka-Duru. -
Not the first I am not the last I ...
(February 16, 2016)

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