Some days the life won’t seem to be
Exactly what the preachers promised you
In darkness salvation we all find
A land of hidden lies and scornful cries
A land where masochists are gods
A land where coke is mixed with dope
And people sell their souls for cheap
We travel to the places we call homes
A place where we are brought to be
Exactly the way society is pleased
With mechanical beliefs
Heaven is a place where angels weep
Tied by chains to the fancy gates of pearls
Someday repent we will
And you won’t see the life we lead
In solitude and in our own horizons
No hypocrites no posers and no beasts
A place where money will not reign
And bombs are not fancied either
To love whomever we shall chose
No matter race, sex or religion
One house of worship
Worship of love not lies
To raise the children of tomorrow
To be what they chose and not what they should be
Believers in Androgyny
Believers in Creativity
Believers in whatever we chose
No one to preach and fill pockets with gold
No poison in our food
No sour milk
Just love
Just Art
Just Music
Just a place in my head
Another wasted dream
That never will be realized
A lift from reality
And a suicidal fall back down
Depression
Oppression
And constant fight for rights
Our Life
Very nice, Dmitriy. You speak from the heart. I hear and understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Another wasted dream...' The earth will be here forever and all suffering and death removed. The dream, not wasted. Your writings very clear, to the point. Keep writing and expressing....thank you.