To Motherland

I love thee not, o land of high hypocrisy,
My country of the totalitarian democracy!
I'd rather not hear thy people's language
Or belong to thee, gigantic savage!

I love thee not! If thou be a chariot,
The dragon is pulling thee, his name's Iscariot.
He leads thee to the flaming iron curtain,
His speeches are imbued with notions uncertain.

Thou art repulsive! Thy mentality
Is a cesspool of high spirituality.
Thy people disfigure all the face of the Earth,
Thou art nothing, but a piece of mud and dirt!
August 14-15, 2011