How can anything be even said aloud,
When the whole nation has the highest of doubts?
When the whole nation lives in the shadows of those doubts?
Constantly perusing their whereabouts?
Please wake me!
Are there any words to elevate the ache?
Are there any songs to ease this gnawing pain?
Are there any chants of escape for the souls from their restraints?
Any rhymes to dry tear rains?
Please wake me!
No apologies - fake or real - can help.
No pity - fake or real - can mend.
No anger - fake or real - can be spent.
Only flowers and candles - can yelp.
Yelp for the whole nation who can't speak anymore.
Who have their brothers and sisters - in their core.
Who see their brothers and sisters - to that other shore.
Don't wake me.
(c) kRu, 27.01.-31.01.11
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Wake Me Domodedovo - 2011
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