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"Remembering the Soviet’s silent sufferings!" Chechnya, Georgia, Crimea…… Kiev! There they marauded cruelly combing all And souls they severely sought to take like hogs Souls they fatally fought-these Dmitri dogs In death jails-a hell more than purgatory’s punishment They put souls to pleasurably slaughter them all And a soul at its time they picked and hacked in elated excitement Severely they severed them these trigger happy Zarkozsky fools Hunger and starvation their invasion caused! It is a saying: To suppress small states-hunger and violence cause! And out of these societies’ desperations, demeaned humans Will subjugate freely as miserable subjects-slaves to any rule The soviet sacrificed us to their animosity and brutality Our children, our parents, our experts-we all fatally fell Of their gallous guns or cruel squads or unnatural hungers Humans, hardworking humans became bones-NOTHING! We did the donkeys’ hard works-indefatigably And they ungrateful, kingly collected our all All our tills tires they unjustly carried away And all was left in sustainable villages were huge hungers- Everywhere were war casualties: tension, desperation, mass starvations- And when angered we couldn’t bottle anymore we staged rebellions And they cursed us with all sorts of chemicals contaminations They combated and convicted us with any known brutal cruelties Innocent infants they injured with their injustices-fatalities Little angels they hewed with brutality-others they made all sorts of slaves They collected us, us resilient and begun murdering our mettle vitalities Men, all able men they collected, killed and covered in mass graves Them they carried in transport trains, some they threw away in trenches, in rivers… Their remains they concealed to deny us a claim of their atrocities and animosities Babies remained, crying for their dying mummies and daddies Long after finally they have given up fighting-living Poor innocent babies, unaware it is death…… It is not death the devil but Dmitri dogs the devils That has fat fed on their last of defenses-able parents Times ahead of them were tough if not toughest The Petrovs’, the Pavlovichs’, the Mirovics, The Lenin’s, the Stalin’s, the Sarkozsky’s..... They are animals raised from hells horrible There not to pamper and foster but to decimate Ruthless and cruel they killed without a soul-a heart Death is their rite, blood is their eucharist Mass mortuaries of mutilated bodies are their sophists Killing is their glorious celebrations-theirs sacred sacrifices In jail, doors opened and rude were ruthless soldiers’ orders Chains crinkled on ground as sacrifices lead to little altars Prisoners were time to time collected and lead in cruel commanders’ commands And from distances came echoes of targeted bingo bull’s-eye shots A LOW ROW of shots followed by the silences of squeal of sailed souls and their guilt If a day or a night-if any able to tell from chained scary dark chambers Passed and found you fit-alive, you counted yourself very, very lucky! It was dark when we escaped from the jaws of our starving starring deaths Out, the moon shone silvery sweet and bright on these sad virgin-white snows Its silver speckle lights letting lurid luminous sparkling glows The snow rained with such sadness and bitterness On our ears it whizzed with fury and ferocity On our bare skins it bit with brutality and cruelty On our near naked feet it froze and frosted We endured, we had to! Had we managed to rob death of its celebration and elation A taste of our starved wounded bones-surviving skeletons We had to struggle to live and hope give, we strived, we had no choice If we were to be counted heroes of our hopeless humans Saviours of our suppressed peoples We had to reach a safe distance and our rural homes To stage the war from the roots, the stems, the base! A death in nature by nature is better than one in Dmitri dogs hands Their deaths were inhumane, their deaths were merciless They were mocking and shocking-laughing and loathing while killing A mocking moustache peeking from their elongated mouths smiles A cigar smoking from their mouth and emitting from their nostrils A red star labeled soviet beret on their ***** irking hairy heads They killed you slowly loving and laughing of any strength you gave to live Until at last you are lost-in the abyss arenas of death, your are done Such a point you give up, you can’t fight, resist anymore They chased after us–they pursued us They were too determined to not let any of us live But miraculously we lived-we somehow survived Here in this snowy arena it is a fair ground for everyone- There is no grandmaster, it is improvisation Survival only for the willed-fittest Not how well you were equipped or trained Though too skills and determination also counted We trapped them in their own constructed coliseum A lot of them free-froze and fell in these forgotten fields Their bones never to reach their of-kin commemorating cemeteries Nature is JUST! As us, theirs too had to bitterly mourn their nature lost The never to see graves, reminders of their never returned fighting loved ones With God’s grace on us, we cheated their beginning to tire authorities We reached home; we reached the earth’s of our ancestors And here we gathered to charge back-to seek backups To restore the lost glory of our nastily punished perishing people Some we sneaked to safety in case we all perish we have remnants Backups to tell of us-our sorrowful story-our liberty struggles To Kiev and its heroes; to Kiev and its strong heroines To Kiev and its resistant living; To Kiev and its resilient We gathered to kick back, to tell the world of the evils of the Soviet Satans To mourn with grace our gone and done in this dehumanizing disgrace! O Kiev, her heartless Holodomor; O Crimea, O Georgia….. The Satanic Soviet infiltration brought you eternal sufferings! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
SATANS OF SOVIET
"Remembering the Soviet’s silent sufferings!" Chechnya, Georgia, Crimea…… Kiev! There they marauded cruelly combing all And souls they severely sought to take like hogs Souls they fatally fought-these Dmitri dogs In death jails-a hell more than purgatory’s punishment They put souls to pleasurably slaughter them all And a soul at its time they picked and hacked in elated excitement Severely they severed them these trigger happy Zarkozsky fools Hunger and starvation their invasion caused! It is a saying: To suppress small states-hunger and violence cause! And out of these societies’ desperations, demeaned humans Will subjugate freely as miserable subjects-slaves to any rule The soviet sacrificed us to their animosity and brutality Our children, our parents, our experts-we all fatally fell Of their gallous guns or cruel squads or unnatural hungers Humans, hardworking humans became bones-NOTHING! We did the donkeys’ hard works-indefatigably And they ungrateful, kingly collected our all All our tills tires they unjustly carried away And all was left in sustainable villages were huge hungers- Everywhere were war casualties: tension, desperation, mass starvations- And when angered we couldn’t bottle anymore we staged rebellions And they cursed us with all sorts of chemicals contaminations They combated and convicted us with any known brutal cruelties Innocent infants they injured with their injustices-fatalities Little angels they hewed with brutality-others they made all sorts of slaves They collected us, us resilient and begun murdering our mettle vitalities Men, all able men they collected, killed and covered in mass graves Them they carried in transport trains, some they threw away in trenches, in rivers… Their remains they concealed to deny us a claim of their atrocities and animosities Babies remained, crying for their dying mummies and daddies Long after finally they have given up fighting-living Poor innocent babies, unaware it is death…… It is not death the devil but Dmitri dogs the devils That has fat fed on their last of defenses-able parents Times ahead of them were tough if not toughest The Petrovs’, the Pavlovichs’, the Mirovics, The Lenin’s, the Stalin’s, the Sarkozsky’s..... They are animals raised from hells horrible There not to pamper and foster but to decimate Ruthless and cruel they killed without a soul-a heart Death is their rite, blood is their eucharist Mass mortuaries of mutilated bodies are their sophists Killing is their glorious celebrations-theirs sacred sacrifices In jail, doors opened and rude were ruthless soldiers’ orders Chains crinkled on ground as sacrifices lead to little altars Prisoners were time to time collected and lead in cruel commanders’ commands And from distances came echoes of targeted bingo bull’s-eye shots A LOW ROW of shots followed by the silences of squeal of sailed souls and their guilt If a day or a night-if any able to tell from chained scary dark chambers Passed and found you fit-alive, you counted yourself very, very lucky! It was dark when we escaped from the jaws of our starving starring deaths Out, the moon shone silvery sweet and bright on these sad virgin-white snows Its silver speckle lights letting lurid luminous sparkling glows The snow rained with such sadness and bitterness On our ears it whizzed with fury and ferocity On our bare skins it bit with brutality and cruelty On our near naked feet it froze and frosted We endured, we had to! Had we managed to rob death of its celebration and elation A taste of our starved wounded bones-surviving skeletons We had to struggle to live and hope give, we strived, we had no choice If we were to be counted heroes of our hopeless humans Saviours of our suppressed peoples We had to reach a safe distance and our rural homes To stage the war from the roots, the stems, the base! A death in nature by nature is better than one in Dmitri dogs hands Their deaths were inhumane, their deaths were merciless They were mocking and shocking-laughing and loathing while killing A mocking moustache peeking from their elongated mouths smiles A cigar smoking from their mouth and emitting from their nostrils A red star labeled soviet beret on their ***** irking hairy heads They killed you slowly loving and laughing of any strength you gave to live Until at last you are lost-in the abyss arenas of death, your are done Such a point you give up, you can’t fight, resist anymore They chased after us–they pursued us They were too determined to not let any of us live But miraculously we lived-we somehow survived Here in this snowy arena it is a fair ground for everyone- There is no grandmaster, it is improvisation Survival only for the willed-fittest Not how well you were equipped or trained Though too skills and determination also counted We trapped them in their own constructed coliseum A lot of them free-froze and fell in these forgotten fields Their bones never to reach their of-kin commemorating cemeteries Nature is JUST! As us, theirs too had to bitterly mourn their nature lost The never to see graves, reminders of their never returned fighting loved ones With God’s grace on us, we cheated their beginning to tire authorities We reached home; we reached the earth’s of our ancestors And here we gathered to charge back-to seek backups To restore the lost glory of our nastily punished perishing people Some we sneaked to safety in case we all perish we have remnants Backups to tell of us-our sorrowful story-our liberty struggles To Kiev and its heroes; to Kiev and its strong heroines To Kiev and its resistant living; To Kiev and its resilient We gathered to kick back, to tell the world of the evils of the Soviet Satans To mourn with grace our gone and done in this dehumanizing disgrace! O Kiev, her heartless Holodomor; O Crimea, O Georgia….. The Satanic Soviet infiltration brought you eternal sufferings! © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
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