Extension Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Extension - to other world,
Extension - to find the gold...
Extension - I'm a Conkistador!
I'm greedy, jealous about rays
Of sun, of honour, and of glory,
That are so easy for the Rex,
For king, for tzar, for prince, that over,
Across the world are spreading that:
Extension, war - without regret.
Among the other people - nothing average,
Unusual in gain, that is like sun rays.
Conkista - and the word 'America'
Extented over the continents.

But those rays are hard by nature,
The heat of them may cause a burn...
And over the world extended paper,
A dollar - new conquistador.