When Perestroika Rang Poem by Madrason .

Drunken like Hyenas walk
talking like a waving tree
you fulfill a destiny
redemption found in spirituous
a hound which found it merits us
on every corner on the walls
in iron prisons and in falls
surviving is for those with 'balls'
Ah 'hear' our Perestroika calls
and on the white deserted fields
a man fell down whom no one shields
a nimbus thus arises
makes way last bit of heat
an empty street surprises
make way today
another spirit's gone
over and done...just gone..! !