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July 18th 2008 08:05
Call To Account!
by Vladimir Mayakovsky
by Vladimir Mayakovsky
The drum of war thunders and thunders.
It calls: thrust iron into the living.
From every country
slave after slave
are thrown onto bayonet steel.
For the sake of what?
The earth shivers
hungry
and stripped.
Mankind is vapourised in a blood bath
only so
someone
somewhere
can get hold of Albania.
Human gangs bound in malice,
blow after blow strikes the world
only for
someone’s vessels
to pass without charge
through the Bosporus.
Soon
the world
won’t have a rib intact.
And its soul will be pulled out.
And trampled down
only for someone,
to lay
their hands on
Mesopotamia.
Why does
a boot
crush the Earth — fissured and rough?
What is above the battles’ sky -
Freedom?
God?
Money!
When will you stand to your full height,
you,
giving them your life?
When will you hurl a question to their faces:
Why are we fighting?
Review in Poem by Dexter
Translated from the Russian,
The infinite terror of sanctioned mass murder.
Killing for patriotism, religion and the delusion of superior civilization.
Violence before dialogue,
Emotional fear governing financial and political gain for few.
Death and pain for the weak, meek and discreet.
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