Vladimir Bondarenko
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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 3:44 am Post subject: richard stallmen |
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The Prophets
There are the modern prophets here,
Though altars totally are left,
Their eyes are very deep and clear -
In them, the flame of future set.
For them, the calls of fame are alien,
They>re pressed by mass and depth of words,
All they are frightened, pale and sullen
In tombs of stony abodes.
And sometimes in the fits of sadness,
A prophet, just repelled by us,
Rise up to skies his look of greatness -
The look of clear and beaming eyes.
He says that he>s in bonds of madness,
But that his soul>s a light for us,
That he has seen in depths of sadness
The shining face of Jesus Christ.
The dreams of Lord have many faces,
Kind is a hand of him, who gives,
Not just the one, like him, in grace is,
And as a knight of kindness lives.
He says that World is not such fierce,
That he>s a prince of Future Dawn.
But just the towers' black spirits
Listen to him with mock and scorn.
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