Time in the Throat Slips Together like a Lump
POETRY FORMAT, 24 Jul 2017
Time in the throat slips together like a lump,
There is no way to shout anymore:
Where are we, between Gomorrah-Sodom?
People, hear, stop being silent!
How deceitful speeches became disgusting,
It is enough to go to bow to Devil,
A lot of people ate a lot of buckshot,
My heart never stops moaning!
Will light break through clouds of distrust,
Or the night falls on the ground,
Where are you, poets, are you ready to take pen in hand,
Or nothing can help us?
Dr. Adolf P. Shvedchikov is a Russian scientist, poet and translator. He has published over 150 scientific papers and 16 books in poetry. His poems has been translated into many languages and has been published in Russia, USA, Brazil, India, Japan, Korea, Spain, France, Greece, UK, Italy, Romania, Albania and Australia. In 2013 he was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature. He may be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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