Roden.Thinker Poem by Abidjan Alimzhanov

Moon -
to determine the seasons
She moves not by your calculation,
The earth turns not by your calculation.
Would you have your power over them-
Man-
there would be no moon, no earth, no us.
If the wind was under control
Like a genie in a lamp, a slave, becoming yours.
..would go against each other as a hurricane-war,
We don't have enogh Abel blood in our blood
There is a lot of Cain's blood in our blood.
Man -
You are a merciless lion
and you are a black-eyed doe.
You are a falcon
and you are the victim - a white dove.
Wise as life
as careless as a spring river.
You and the ax are sharp, and
millennial oak.
Roden, The Thinker.
A person listens to himself
listens to the voice of conscience
the voice of Gabriel.
Roden.The Thinker. No...
The last man
can't bite his elbow.