The Rule Of Two And Three - Poem by Zamir Osorov
How it happened
that a pilot who was 27 years old
airbus with 150 passengers on board
to ground in high mountain of French Alps?
He was no terrorist, no mentally suffered,
no had any problem in family
lived in happy and rich country,
leading all Europe to better future.
and did such tragic and irreversible things
collapse to Death airbus of Germanwings
own life and passengers
why he decided crash them?
We don’t know what really hidden
In the depth of human soul
even absolutely normal man
might transformed for terrible monster
when he held so many lives in hand,
totally dependent from,
for minute 5 or 10,
when captain pilot left cockpit
and could not returned again,
and co-pilot show to world
what’s mean to be a really big boss
and done something the most spectacular.
Aren’t you love so strong person in power
when all lives trapped blindly in one hand
Do you proceed fighting with democracy
so adamantly and stupidly
which only one know the way leading to safety
through distributing power in hand of society?
Do you loved and supported political system
when one lieder lead all country to future?
What about told I, dear comrades,
all my days and years, what about wrote and cried,
until you live and breathe never believe
to power and mind of autocratic persons,
when only one wanted to lead state
and make history.
Better cry and fight until we have time
and door to cockpit not lock deadly
avoid bad pilot and awake dormant passengers.
Not believe to the commander,
If he wanted to lock door of cockpit
and asked passengers no trouble him,
it mean he going with wrong way
then such little thing as 10 minutes power
ready turn to great tragedy,
thing about how much destructive and fatale
might be the long termed governing
by the modern pinochets and myammar kadafis,
especially lieder who alone
avoiding rule of Three
able now to trow our world to the nuclear clashes
and full and complete self-destraction.
Think about rule of Two
and rule of Three,
invented to save you and me.
in our World
which also one day
might play to Black Box.
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