The Prisons Bless - Poem by Zamir Osorov
It was the happiest week
who 10 years has survived in trap of Siberia.
ex-oligarch who sacrifaced
own milliards for justise and future great nation.
The comendant of prison
suddenly after sanrising
did sent him nice slice of chocolade
for often meeting with relates
on the eve of Crismas.
what fanny things got run
on the far Moskow?
Maybe he is relly
the future president of Russian
this new Nelson Mandella?
Dasnt history want to play with us new trick?
Let fhanks us and forgive if so.
If we did sometimes wrong things for him
according with secreet demand of high body -
forgive, please us, for holly blankness.
Maybe we need to prepare
to open the myzeum of modern history of Russian
just In this place
where such man as Khodorkovski so long prisoned?
What is the iron ironia of history!
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