The vote is cast, say nothing
Sealing lips in fearful scowl ..or else
The boogie men would come, chopping the heads
Lives measure by sand granules of the hourglass

Do not expect barbarians would understand compassion
Kindness is not a word they use in the boot camps
The sense of humor.. hmmmm , nonexistent thing
Smiling only when killing other human beings

We waiting, living, dreaming of the better world perhaps
While darkness army getting closer to the cradle
Circling, taking the hostages, sowing terror seeds
Engaging us in obligatory dance of defense
Preparing to pen epitaph for our right to live

by Margaret Gudkov