Approximating The Collapse Of Autarchy 12. 11. 20

Epigraph: "...Государство расположилось в России как оккупационная армия. Мы не ощущаем государство частью себя, частью общества. Государство и общество ведут войну. Государство карательную, а общество партизанскую."
    А.И. Герцен

Farewell to the verity we'd not inherit
We bade. And today, overfed by the fakes,
We lend our authorities some human merit
And this is the main of our common mistakes

Let's see: near the throne crowd the ghouls and the rotters
From top to bilge flows the political shit
Which never manures. Barely ruins and slaughters
The people's distress is the ruling scum's treat

Our country is poisoned and deadly affected
With lies. And these lies are gained up like a swell
It looks now the mental home's morgue long-neglected
Left after the ravage amidst the ice hell

Here carelessly live either robbers or cretins
And since neither one nor the other we are,
About the thieves we should configure the settings
To fix that from pests we're unchangeably far

We must realize we are not the same genus
And worse, to mankind their breed does not pertain
They know in the fair fight they never can win us
Just autarchy permits them scoff and disdain

'Twill fall. And what's next? Only dolour and folly?
No way! Soon the bills of our woe will be paid
As our knives are sharp and our Roger is jolly,
Let every crud shake when we go to the raid!