Why Does The Tearful God Snatch Our Dears Away? Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

They say, it is always the factor of man,
or weather conditions, or junction, more than

they could have observed in conventional turn...
But dears have flown to "no-return"!

To skip on the board of a jet bound north
and tickle the Tearful God to his wrath!

He snatches his doomed whom he's picked as he wishes
to make tin birds drop in his malice pernicious!

Why has he carved out this dozen to hurl
to their perdition? Why journalist girl?

Why white-haired general? Why obstetriсian? -
They perfectly suit his most homicide mission!

In tears, He tears such from our ranks,
hypocrite by calling at his foul pranks!

The nation bereaved having lost their flower!
Has oozed our grit, has impaired our power...

Yet, hearts - no slates to erase our dears!
Not falsely, but truly are rolling our tears...