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The Sixth SungPoem
“We killed so much in ourselves, without giving birth, Rise!
Landau, who died in the slanted lab assistant, Rise!
Copernicus, who died in the Landau of gallantry, Rise!
you, girl in the jazz band, do you remember the school bows? Rise!
You, who squandered talents’ holy seeds, Rise!”
Translated from A. Voznesensky
I
How many people need to die
to prove somebody’s view?
All killed in wars, mass terrorized
to serve a very few.
Because our enemies are damned
and we are always right!
We do not think until the end:
to kill’s war’s dues and pride.
II
The meaner scoundrel quickly finds
excuses for his sins.
His conscience rarely gets involved
to suffer moral spins.
We know that primitive cavemen
cannibalized some moments,
Now we don’t murder for the meal,
but kill just our opponents.
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