My soul's inquiet -
I feel a riot,
rising in our hearts.
A big movement starts
to break new chains
on arms & brains,
to found a State
at any rate -
but without blood
& white-blue mud!
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White-blue mud is a deminutive name for a ruling Ukrainian party headed predominantly by corrupted oligarchs & politicians (often they are the same persons) .