Our Dear Presidents Poem by Zamir Osorov

O, our dear presidents,
so long lived forever,
whom legion of artists
have pictured and statured
so bravely and grotesquely
on the horses
in the flying jet,
in the mountain peak,
on the edge of desert,
in the bottom of sea,
with tiger and without it,
flying with aists
and swimming with dolfins,
and so on, so on.
No one from you,
dear golden comrades,
don't want to leave the highest point,
after yours legacy time passed

You are all
preferred to rule
and make happy yours people
until you dies
trying to grab to hell
all your citizens and state together.

For that done
all crimes
and injustices
existing in world
and invented by wicked souls.

Our dearest presidents,
who will able
to kick out you all
from yours warmed places
where men forget completely
common sense, prudency and honesty.

Short live
and fast fell down
to hell,
our dear presidents
with all your monuments, tigers,
advertisments
and others tricks
for eternal glory,
you find only
eternal shame.