The tingling sweet sensation
As he grabbed my hand
I dared betray my emotion
This path I chose to stand
Side by side in lovers strand
Woven tight by fate’s hand
His stare of phony devotion
How can I question?
The beautiful morning ray, I hoped he not stray
An empty echo as I turned, dared not say
Our journey, the dark lair still lay
Maidan skirt hold his hair at bay
I wander yet again, the lonely day
Marred skin, I swore not to sway
Maybe I cradle his blood, he’d stay.
The path I thread, seems too thorny,
Where once bloomed, now rests agony.
Was it love or hunger cloaked in grace?
Did I chase his warmth, or just a face?
Perhaps my greed was far too shallow,
A hollow need in a painted shadow.
Now echoes laugh where silence grew,
Maybe the mockery always knew.
I hear them now, the whispers, bare,
The stifled truths that lived in the air.
But I was drawn, a moth to flame,
Blind to lies that wore his name.
To love, to hold, I held too tight,
And still he vanished into the night.
I gave my all to a facade
Under the Maiden skirt his oath lay.
There's a trail in the sky,
licked by the moon, like
blood vessel passing the blue,
thin lines on the horizon,
in frontier dust, splitting the land
with fleeting aversions.
In a moment of despair, hazy memories
of bustling tourists ferried to airport, looking down
for Maidan Square, with their velvety eyes, not
the eagle eyes of a new iron curtain drawn by
every missile, their screeching noise whispering a
new tragedy; erased are memories of
east and west harmony, sapped by the hounds of
war, saddled on hypersonic madness.
The world is alit
City of Kiev it starts with you
burning for your right to freedom
of assembly and of humanity.
Crumbling from strong arm
tactics and corruption
Police roll down the street
beating the young, old, and weak.
Wannabe Russian Dictator that is
your President Yanukovych.
Viktor, resign and run to your Russian master!
FSB guide the Police shooting into the crowds,
snipers on the roof,
and cocktails that are drunk by the rich
are weapons for those who seek to be free.
City of Kiev, cover your face
protect yourself from further arrest.
March down to Maidan Nezalezhnosti
Freedom awaits at the end of the street.
Ignore the lie of the politician
Rise up with your brothers and sisters
to the new dawn; take their buildings!
Rise up with your fathers and mothers
to a new life; another revolution!
Finish what the Orange Revolution started.
City of Kiev, the world is with you
as you march for your right.
Humanity is on your side,
no weapon do they have
to stop the hand of the people.
The fist of the people.
Your spirit is with ours and all of mankind.
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