When Russia Rises - Poem by Liza Sud
The rocket quietly released its air blades
Over Atlantis - there's a gloomy shade
America is suffering from impotence,
torments the Planet night and day.
And nations eagerly look at our Russia:
Will she save, as she has done not one time?
Will come or not promised Messiah,
Do you hear a voice that sounds like a thunder?
The Cuban missile crisis - baby diapers,
Against the backdrop of fungus of hydrogen.
Today - those American pillar's valves
already are in damage and in rust.
But you don't know Russia yet,
Russia - a wind and Russia - is a pain,
Let the venal tub-thumper squall
With you we know how much they cost!
... And he who saw sword coming to the earth,
Piped in a trumpet, cautioning his people'
Pipe, trumpet player, I hear your call,
And I know those who are making digs there!
The prophets of a lie and fallen saints!
Break down the wings, and flying back,
Remember this: when Russia starts to rise,
You better never be there on her way!
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