My English
It had been very hard for me
to speak with West
through translators,
usually Russians ones
anchored by intelligent services,
KGB or related them
with such or others way.
Sometimes we have met Kyrgyzes mediators,
but they are also spoiled
by soviet or post-soviet propaganda,
hated our own cultures and nashient freedom,
heavily abscessed
by died glory and greatness of USSR
dismantled,
ardently dreamed, poor one,
to return in that golden cage and Edem
exalting.
So I decide one day
from once and onward
damn and curse all of them
my false mediaters!
I want to English
and I will speak, write and dream on it
maybe as one hopeless invalid
but I escape from
various interpretators and interlocators,
fasilitators and falsificators
and traitors and predators
in the great hub of crossroad
of Big Game.
As a philippines
for the sake of future
and for the great advances,
for 100 million people with asian mentality
and heavy burden of past,
they started on English speaking,
thinking, working and entertaining
and have set others things and staff
for realize his dreams - practically and immediately -
creating fast developed modern society
Copyright © Zamir Osorov | Year Posted 2014
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