Again Come Up the Accursed Questions
POETRY FORMAT, 14 Aug 2017
Again come up the accursed questions,
How long the blizzards will rage,
How long does humanity suffer
And be silent in the ice hummocks?
How long did the archaeologist dig
In the cultural layer, try to find
Elegant amphora, but only come across
Then the arrows are rusty, or the chain mail.
Centuries crawl, but the mechanisms of death
Correctly they did their own thing,
Crows sprouted over the fields,
And the devils had fun on the feast!
At the mill flowed a lie,
The grain was still, but with what torture,
When anyone mastered science,
How to thrust a sharp knife into your neighbor.
And humanity did not understand,
That the quarrel is a dead-end way,
But it’s very difficult to turn everything off,
Mankind still not tired from wars…
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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