Liza Sud


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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Comments about When Russia Rises by Liza Sud

  • Miraj Raha (9/15/2015 11:51:00 AM)


    Grand read, Russia is one of those nations who is greatly underestimated, but she has formidable power, and this is a sharp warning for someone who saysWho else but America can guarantee the peace?
    Great poem Liza.I like reading your poems they have varied themes and flavor.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015



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