Mean equality. Collection of poems

The Crimea

Peninsula (island) Crimea
A ghost, a ghost, a smoke…
Will you be close and dear
Or will you be a stranger?

Everyone shouted here «Krymnas»
With saliva and squeal as much
Who was silent and shrugged his shoulders
Take those on a pencil

Far, but the output is simple
We will build the best Bridge
To the oligarch – privileges
Ungainly mobile – to the post

Bloom our new land
Enjoy, light up
How to sit under the udder
Desnys in the blood yourself rip off

Crimea you are mine for a long time
And I can say one thing
On you who warms his hands
I probably do not care

The Black River

Do you remember our last evening
How brightly the dawn burned
It seemed like an unnecessary meeting
The words were said in vain