Mayakovsky Is The Conscience Poem by Liza Sud

I'm emotionless, I am heartless
I am ruthless and very callous.
Otherwise V.V. Mayakovsky -
Planet's fire - he's burning worldwide!

He's the total cry of the people,
He is stunning by dedication,
To all suffering, hungry, grieving,
In verse not gone into oblivion.

Now obesity, souls confusion.
But the Lighthouse is Conscience, Conscience!
Full awakening of the morning
Above hills-tears hyper-joyous.

And when his poems I am reading -
He expands my soul like a bubble
And fills everything - with the tears
And it rises above the Motherland

Tears ocean is bursting suddenly -
And I cry like the sky above her.
God is kissing her all through, cuddling her,
I am feeling a super task then,

And the Merciful God is watching
At me at once from all the sides
Mayakovsky - you are enormous,
Dancing century, rock, your life!

You predicted your death in April,
You are the Breath alive in ages!
And you also foresaw pandemic,
And two worlds are in confrontation.

Arms are outstretched to the world,
Are embracing the World with joy.
You're the sound of Planet's bliss,
And compressed Planet's tragedies.