Ludmila Gorova

What's up, dear world? How are you and good morning.
Looks like you've gotten tired of our mourning?
Dear world, it's us, again - well, worldy, sorry.
Please look at us. No? You don't want to worry?

Do the pictures of our every day
seem too sad for you in a cafe?
Oh, come on, world, you have enough courage
to "sensitivecontent" the russian carnage!

We understand, dear world, you're overfed,
so you just blur the photos of her mummified head...
Those hands, oh, tied behind the victim's back
ruin your sleep, don't go well with your snack...

Or those two rubber bracelets, blue-and-yellow,
on the dead man's wrist killed by a russian fellow...
Or the little body of a week-old baby -
Is it best to delete the photos, maybe?

And to ban all the users who reposted and shared.
But you see, dear world, it's not as simple as that.
You think we're far away, but it's an illusion.
The "sensitive content" won't get close to you? Delusion.

Truth is, it can come for you any minute.
It's a scary thought to have, innit?
It's crawling into your home, your baby's crib, your garden,
cuts off your ears, pokes out your eyes all of a sudden.

It's screaming stridently. Just listen. It is loud.
It wants to wrap the whole world in a shroud.
Don't turn your back on us. You can't just run away.
Truth is, WE ARE THE REAL YOU anyway.


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