Mental Thing

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This poem offers a view of those with Russian citizenship who can't get away from Russia due to circumstances of finance and deprivations in right to travel both from the West and Russia.

Can I be exonerated For the crimes I never commited? There’s no one to ask, I’m afraid Which doesn’t make me uplifted And its nowhere to go, I’m unseen Cause my passport is shining too bright Unwelcomed, I see the screen But never I saw the light, Of that special hour, before the evening Covers your land, my reader No rest for the wicked, believe me Wicked isn’t me, but a leader Of lemmings with human faces Though I don’t belong to that file I never cared for rat races But for you I’m of common pile Concerning about your peace You cannot see what you’re not shown It’s not an eyesight disease But a mental thing, still unknown.

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