Fortune Isn'T Good For Everyone Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Fortune isn't good for everyone,
Thus the victory's wreath - tops not all...
Under laurels - nobody's moarning...
Those are crying - under crown of thorn,
And that barbs had torn out his soft skin
On his head, causing jets of the blood,
Flooding down on grass, disappearing...
After sun-burn will solder wounds up...
He, being aiming for light, as the mockery,
Will be burned up to end by the sun wreath...