It is all corrupt,
The time, the people,
The constitution.
One, two, three,
We are all free.
Free to initiate anything,
Free to calculate
Own status.
But all - corrupt.
The person,
The path.
And it is the reason
We are to fire, and
Here all in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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