Non -free "freedom of speech"

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In Russia, despite the fact that the country rolled into a cave dictatorship, into a cultural, social and economic abyss, in isolation and blockade from everything modern, free and intellectual, there are still Internet and some resources where you can calmly publish your thoughts. All Cerberians are not enough to track freedom of thought. One of these resources - the portal of the poleir, which, like his fellow prose, were created by a kind of self -proclaimed Union of Writers of the Russian Federation (now there are many such unions, communities, clubs of veterans, associations of luis, etc., which are organized in the kitchen, gathered on three at the table).

But the site has gained popularity, millions of poetic works are published there. It is interesting for the exchange of experience and opinions. But still, apparently just in case, wanting to get to the “king”, the site organized within the framework of itself all urapatriotic heresy, incredible censorship and even individual rules of behavior during the war in Ukraine.

All my verses, honestly, are very strict and sharp on epithets in relation to the authorities and in relation to Russian reality. I will also say that education and upbringing does not allow me to use mat, other swearing, vulgarity. And dozens of poems were published there, non -metaphors, allegories and poetic images. But today the first swallow came, the poem was rejected by the moderator, which he wrote to me by mail, because There was a violation of the rules for the publication of literary works in the Russian Federation, that is, it allegedly violated the laws of the Russian Federation.

My fair question was, which of the paragraphs of the law? I did not promote violence, drugs, alcohol, racial discord, in short, I called for nothing. It turned out that I could insult an indefinite circle of faces or even the country itself with this poem. It's funny. It's funny because Lermontov suddenly revived today would also be banned for his "unwashed Russia, the country of slaves ...". Pushkin would also go there with his ode "liberty" and pl. DR.

You can not be offended by allegory, artistic fiction, humor, on a banter. This is fiction! Thousands of works of cinema, theater, literature and art should be prohibited then where Russia is ridiculed, its people and officials. If you are a Ser and wretched, weak and inflonded, poorly educated and stupid, and someone talks about it, even in an ironic manner, do not get angry with him, but think about yourself and try to fix it so as not to be a reason for literary humor. I take to the court of the audience of our respected Internet publication this work, thereby putting the beginning of the periodic section "Poems in the blog".

"Great herd is Russia."

Again in Russia, rams are called:

"Go, vote electronically!"

The rams dutifully take their passport,

They go to the scold.

Their chief Genosse is preparing a blitzkrieg,

Their sheep carry cartridges to them,

And yet the rams down, getting down into the herds,

They go to die electronically.

First, the rams were cut to zero,

Then they chopped off the horns,

The fact that the sheepskin is your own road,

The rams have been forgotten for a long time.

The rams could once rummage

And bleat and even fall.

But Partygenzos told them: “To be silent!”

“Do not dare to stand out from the crowd!”

“Your voice is not important, you are cattle and animals,

You are meat for guns and minced meat,

Whom I do not eat, turn into rot,

Dressed in the skin on the march. "

And so year from year to year, driving into herds,

In the corrals and cages of the rams,

Russian Genosse, for all without difficulty,

He placed snares and traps.

And then only one stage was approaching,

What was called a plebiscite,

They said to the rams: “Go vote!”

Their herd was called openly.

Barana traveled, who could, who could not,

Putting on minds and laws,

Their senior Genosse was of course right

The rams are worthy of corns.

07/30/2023