Prokhor Ozornin - On the Wings of Hope - Prose

Fyodor:- I see they all now in the run, without power, with no fun?

V.V.P.:- Official fell from all the tops with little help from Russian cops!

Fyodor:- He made a monument of him …

V.V.P.:- It didn’t honored him, it seem.

Fyodor:- His end I think is rather dim …

V.V.P.: - Comedy ended, here’s “fin”.

Fyodor:- He is escaping oversea, but cannot hide and cannot flee.

V.V.P.:- And all good men do live in hope … this inner robbery has stopped.

Fyodor:- And what is that? They are groaning “no” but in Siberia still go?

V.V.P.:- They are leaving Kremlin in the tracks, abusing all with useless “fuck”s!

Fyodor:- I will show nothing like respect before those Kremlin-thieves-sect …

V.V.P.:- They’ve been exiled in distant lands for Russia’s tired of these “bands”.

Fyodor:- What, check and mate? It’s just in time! I’m overjoyed in the rhyme!

V.V.P.:- The second escort do you see?

Fyodor:- These liberals will not get free!

V.V.P.:- Both parties cursing each one, well … and moving now in parallel …

Fyodor:- Just look at how they blame each other! To curses I won’t listen rather!

V.V.P.:- They will have great time together … I will not watch “reunion” rather!

Fyodor:- I have all reasons to believe! Woe to traitors and to thieves …

V.V.P.:- Once common men exiled they, but life now offered mirrored way!

Fyodor:- The Russia’s pillage will not last! Where is the axe from former “past”?

V.V.P.:- Oh no, drop weapons, wars don’t rock!

Fyodor:- It is, my friend, was sort of joke. My hero once was axe-bearer, but time of change is coming near, so he is now with blade of word …

V.V.P.:- It’s such a wonderful accord!

Fyodor:- In ranks of friends, and in due time, this time I’m battling with a rhyme!

V.V.P.:- The Maker gave this great gift?

Fyodor:- The souls of others it can lift!

V.V.P.:- That honor’s great without doubt …

Fyodor:- And epochs starting their new round …

V.V.P.:- The clouds of darkness are no more … but can you see what lies afore?

Fyodor:- The Russia will awake from sleep, inspired again, no longer sick.

V.V.P.:- The beast is crawling back in hole …

Fyodor:- The spring is coming, spring for all!

V.V.P.:- All cockroaches run from light, for do thrive only in the blight …

Fyodor:- The house Landlord is now here - and kind ones should feel never fear.

V.V.P.:- The light is burning thieves’ backs, their minds do spin with consciousness “crack”s.

Fyodor:- I see the Russia’s hoping all. What’s with Saxons?

V.V.P.:- They paid their toll.

Fyodor:- You mean they cursed their banks?

V.V.P.:- I mean they’ve put on aqualungs!

Fyodor:- For long time they’ve been hating us … is the Atlantis better thus?

V.V.P.:- No longer they have their home. The England, well … it’s sort of … gone.

Fyodor:- Empire fell with awful smell?

V.V.P.:- And shouldn’t it? The water, well …

Fyodor:- Oh my, you mean they had to dive and swim away to save their life?

V.V.P.:- The nature gave reply to crimes, from the “third world” they are sucking “fines” …

Fyodor:- What is that light in such dense fog?

V.V.P.:- It’s Scotland’s fire! These guys rock!

Fyodor:- They truly are the mountains sons!

V.V.P.:- The world is changing with no guns…

Fyodor:- All fools believed that life is still.

V.V.P.:- The speed of change they will soon feel!

Fyodor:- The inner wisdom never sleeps … I would prefer to watch your tips.

Kremlin Square starts quickly disappearing from sight, getting smaller and smaller, leaving one with a pride in a soul for the Russian people, camera starts winding of streets and suddenly stops before some large capital library, before gates of which a true and real fire is burning! Its borders and limits are, however, being successfully controller by passing here and there processions with torches, who help to burn the pilled-up paper waste and supervise that ashes of her shabby knowledge weren’t carried by a blowing wind too far on the world. On faces of participants of procession it’s possible to notice a surprising mix of grief and inner joy at the same time. Periodically here and there war-calls in the spirit of “Burn right and bright, let’s end the blight!” can be overheard. Action intrigues, shocks and bewitches strenuously and practically unstoppably.

Fyodor:- What sort of field there burns?

V.V.P.:- They are throwing textbooks in the urns!

Fyodor:- To hear inner wisdom’s voice they had to make such funny choice?

V.V.P.:- All rubbish knowledge is like ash, so lots of theories have crashed.

Fyodor:- The joy of life the Maker gives … yet not to traitors, not to thieves.

V.V.P.:- The time has come for us to fly. Still move in cars … don’t we feel shy?

Fyodor:- The cars can still have reason, yes, but shall be changed by progress.

V.V.P.:- Another type of fuel here, no more oil, wars and fear.

Fyodor:- Let Earth take finally some rest. Those new inventions are the best.

V.V.P.:- No scientific idle wander, spiritual science is like thunder.

Fyodor:- For if there is just mind plus greed, for bombs then we are planting seed.

V.V.P.:- No longer mankind making bombs, no more digging catacombs.

Fyodor:- And what with these that have been made?

V.V.P.:- Theirs only fate is to degrade.

Fyodor:- What do you mean? Again in fight?!

V.V.P.:- No way! One sees his soul’s might!

Fyodor:- I have been almost terrified. Deserve they honor by the right!

V.V.P.:- And tons of metal are now free … where will they use it, we shall see!

Fyodor:- They melt all cannons and know not where would that metal all be brought?

V.V.P.:- They’ve dug that metal quite a lot applying wrongly with no thought.

Fyodor:- And now it’s time for worthy goal. The greedy one pays double toll!

V.V.P.:- Oh yeah, one thing I find quite funny - how will they pay without money?

Fyodor:- With little money little gore?

V.V.P.:- All money gone, they are no more!

Fyodor:- Is this some sort of New World’s charter?

V.V.P.:- Good times of innocence and barter!

Fyodor:- One never knows they ways of fates! And what of currencies and rates?

V.V.P.:- Without them still people thrive. But at how those brokers live!