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The shop of awkward political dolls

(from novel  “Elinor Rigby”)
 
Why I love England?
Not for the Hide park,
ancient castles
and first class evergreen grasses and pastures,
Big Ben, Beatles music and other luxurious,
but for  the awkward “puppet theatre”
right on the centre of London -
for that horrible and hellish sardonic

and vivid shapes and figures
of famous and respectful persons on Britain - 
 politics, majors, prime–ministers
 queen members and other up-to-date authorities.
They are all the artists of excellence modern drama
and that is very profitable business
 in Albion –creating and selling  monstrous  shapes of
their excellencies
on the such astonishing public exhibition
in open air, 
as for our closed  countries
and closed  sculptors, painters, writers and other arts men
to create innumerous golden statures
of our “purest” top governors, “idyllic”  leaders,
“angel like” thefts and cleptocraties.

 

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