O, our dear presidents, <br />so long lived forever, <br />whom legion of artists <br />have pictured and statured <br />so bravely and grotesquely <br />on the horses <br />in the flying jet, <br />in the mountain peak, <br />on the edge of desert, <br />in the bottom of sea, <br />with tiger and without it, <br />flying with aists <br />and swimming with dolfins, <br />and so on, so on. <br />No one from you, <br />dear golden comrades, <br />don't want to leave the highest point, <br />after yours legacy time passed <br /> <br />You are all <br />preferred to rule <br />and make happy yours people <br />until you dies <br />trying to grab to hell <br />all your citizens and state together. <br /> <br />For that done <br />all crimes <br />and injustices <br />existing in world <br />and invented by wicked souls. <br /> <br />Our dearest presidents, <br />who will able <br />to kick out you all <br />from yours warmed places <br />where men forget completely <br />common sense, prudency and honesty. <br /> <br />Short live <br />and fast fell down <br />to hell, <br />our dear presidents <br />with all your monuments, tigers, <br />advertisments <br />and others tricks <br />for eternal glory, <br />you find only <br />eternal shame.<br /><br />Zamir Osorov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-dear-presidents/
