On Knife - Political Rap. Automatic Translation

Poem By Maxim Tolstov

Tired of everything already,
Life is like on the knife.
The head is on the chopping block,
A butcher standing in the backswing.

Step forward, step back,
Left, right, all hell.
The captured creature world,
And they arranged a feast.

Every day the same thing,
Political faces.
There Syrian bombomёt,
Ukraine understands the devil.

European gay parade
Hints everything on the ass.
Dad and Dad got married,
This is where sunk.

Dollar jumps as a blacksmith,
The ruble collapsed, the end of everything.
It does not rise already,
It can be seen also on the knife.

The terrorists intimidated,
For people who have become a nightmare.
Do not build a plan for tomorrow,
What there will be is not clear.

What to do gentlemen,
It can be seen out the wrong way.
The black prints path
pull his 40 years.

I sit on a bench, smoking a cigarette,
I look at everything as you rvёte planet.
I feel sorry for you, oh, I'm sorry for you,
And I would have been God, I would not have saved you.

Comments about On Knife - Political Rap. Automatic Translation

An in-depth depiction of moral degeneration among restless and peace eluding human race, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with spiritual insight. Mankind has strayed and has continued to pay lip service to God. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Maxim. Please read my poem COLOSSAL MISCARRIAGE OF JUSTICE.


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