The Game With Colours On Maidan Poem by Daria Diuzhakova

An orange colour blazed on the sky,
When we heard promising spirits,
We hoped it was not a pretty lie.
We hoped, we felt and realize it.

Time passed, we didn't see a real advance,
An orange fire became faint and was out
And the Blue give us another chance
To revive the nation from the crowd.

The blue way in the mistery Europa
And our country will be on top,
But on the main square
There are a lot of people without any scope.

The Country screams like the terrible granny:
Her pension is as small as a mouse.
She hears beautiful words and receives just a penny
And doesn't feel safety in her native house.

Why and Where do we go?
To destroy the national statues?
You create hostility and sorrow
You have no answer just to choose.

We have no decisions what to do
Just colours, which play with person, like with the little child:
Orange. yellow and now blue
In the first sight it is so mild.

But a result...?
Another way to change the Country,
Another way to be apart,
Another chance to do it brightly.

What's going on...
We are confused
What's going on with our country?
We are so weak
To do it rightly.

I ask you no to separate
The East from The West
I ask you to think
What for your country would be the Best!