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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required At the breakdown of ages man disappears and reappears In the form of an easy-to-use scheme Over the last half-century, man has been replaced By technocratic ideas of what a man is But the real man can no longer fit into these forms, which have shrunk like old clothes. At the breakdown of ages, man is left to himself. Politicians and their servants are becoming more paranoid, Which isn’t surprising at all, and the common Become even more apolitical than before. At the breaking of the ages, there is a time of no time. Reality postulates wars, destruction and the breaking of ties for nothing, But simply by virtue of political games, Their uncontrollable inertia of enmity. Enmity has no calculated cost, and no rational reason, Proposed justifications only multiply sorrowful nonsense. Politicians want admiration, no matter the context, Common people want to be left alone At least in the negative sense of peace Criticise us all you want, just leave us alone If we're so unteachable, then don't teach us, Go teach your children instead, save your time Don't adopt or foster us, for God's sake. Take all your money, grab us with taxes, spend it as you like, Run secret emissions if you don't have enough money. Declare yourself champions of the universe In all your favourite genres, fests, competitions. Award yourselves whatever prizes you like, Just don't impose for the zillionth time Your legalised insanity to us plebs, We're not your doctors or patients. Complain to God, MP, GP, journalist, priest About our impenetrable stupidity, just get off our backs. Lock yourselves in some suitable metaphysics, Tell in the school textbooks about you, the greats About your heroic struggle for our freedom In choosing a bank and an insurance company. All power ends with aging and loss of meaning. The survivors of your era Will go by about their business looking at their phones Past your pigeon pooped statues And for the younger generation You will be just a line they’ll be forced to remember At the history exam, settled as if on purpose For momentary forgetting right after passing.
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