Working builders hammer piles.
To the South, some thousand miles,
In the Seychelles paradise
Earth is quaking once then twice.
Coconut is falling down.
Who knows how it is bound
With north piles? Deep frozen soil
Our Souls, like oil,
Are sold for cash by crazy gang.
Hatred, greed and bang bang bang
To all others. Life in hell.
We can wait while the smell
Of freedom will appear.
While this stupid angry gear
Is breaking down. This hope is shy.
We are waiting. Who knows why
In the Seychelles paradise
Someone looks at White Sea ice?
North-West Dub
© Copyright: Дмитрий Ломунов, 2018
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