…from the quill of the white poet
A poem, written by a (formerly Soviet, now American) citizen. He expresses thoughts & feelings of millions of Americans who were born in Eastern Europe and other countries around the world where socialism was given a chance to rule. All these people had overcome many obstacles to come here, each and everyone has many stories to tell, but now they are watching what’s going on in their beloved new country … and thinking “Where to run now ?”
(translated by Ilya Kazakov)
Goodbye, America, my country!
Goodbye, my dearest, yes, goodbye..
Above our heads is rising sultry,
Socialistic crimson sky.
From Western lands to the Eastern border
From Northern lakes to Florida estates
We will create a better social order
Just like the one they had in the Soviet states.
Denounce profits, where they abundant!
With neither doubt nor redundant care
We’ll redistribute wealth around
So everyone enjoys an equal share!
For all the people of this sunny nation
We’ll moderate an equal monthly pay.
By way of total wealth elimination.
We’ll all get poor. Poor, but all the same!
And then we heard HIS voice elated:
“The hope!”, “The change”, and “Yes, we can!”
HE, neatly dressed, for a stardom slated,
To build this land anew began.
Aside cast doubts, qualms, and fears
HIS hand steers firmly towards the sun.
For us… We shall extend a hand to peers:
Iran, Al-Qaida, Cuba, Taliban.
Venezuela, China, North Korea
Hamas and Burma, and everyone else.
We’ll blush, apologize. For this idea
They will forgive us our offense.
We’ll feed them all, of course no strings attaching.
(They’re our foes no more just so you know).
And then at last, our behavior so touching,
The world will love us dearly once more.
There won’t be turning back allowed
We’ll press ahead together, no dissent.
We’ll treat the sick for free of charge, no doubt
To keep the workforce healthy and content.
We’ll love ourselves and one another.
For godly deeds, we’ll simply worship HIM.
Instead of burning oil and coal we rather
Should keep this country and the planet green.
While stubbornly ahead we’re storming
The evil of capitalism killing,
We’ll stop the spread of global warming
And heat producing shameless profiteering.
Let children of this people’s nation
Recite aloud cheerful hoorays.
And thank their leader with exhilaration
For childhood full of happy, sunny days.
No more of unapproved persuasions.
No more of undesirable qualms.
We’ll come to love with utter adulation
HIS own, true religion – Islam.
We won’t have need for Christ or Moses
What purpose do they now have for us?
And the CIA that trouble causes
We’ll simply throw under the bus.
And then, atop white horses riding,
We’ll crush the villains at their crux.
Who secretly in Pentagon are hiding,
And on TV, on the channel Fox.
The parties’ quarrels irritating
Will melt like a snow on a grassy knoll
With all Republicans rotating
To “socialistas” once and for all.
We’ll all be happy and ecstatic
Ourselves and neighbors loving while.
And if you’re not… Well, there’s the Arctic
Where one may end up in exile.
The sky gets dark, the night is scary.
A frost chained any glimpse of thought.
It’s cold and we’re feeling wary…
Can’t we stop madness’s onslaught?
We ran from it, yet again it’s shown
In Socialism’s ugly scowl.
It’s so familiar, so known.
Shall we run again? But where now?