Ode To Death Poem by Zamir Osorov

How nice
that our leaders can not to live forever.
Just imagine
what would happen with the world
if our immortal comrades
might be elected
hundredth and hundredth times
for the presidency.

Only think, dear,
what will happened around,
if our national leader
open way for unnumerous frauds,
for rewriting constitutions and rules
and fix own eternal presidency,

all this trash will be engraving deeply
into the memory of generations and generations,
as our supermen and dictators ride
on the horses,
guide planes and jets,
tanks, submarines,
how they catchbig fishes on Siberian rivers
with naked torse

and do other intriguing things
in limitless time-spatial distance
on spaceships and warships,
on a far corner of space,
with a sombrero on head
and without it
on the wing of Saturn,
as a golden giant statue
in the deserts of Asia,
and so on, so on.
And this show will last
till the complete end
of heaven and univerce

Thank you, my Lord,
for firm limitation
all these maddening plays
and replications
from our authoritarian rulers.