In this really, so cruel world exists such a mess,

we are just the figures on a board for chess …

And, we look even worse than a dead flower,

they are after us, they rule with such a power …

And, we live in fear, and we are so, so scared,

we do not know the plans, we are not prepared …

They do not care for us, we are just the numbers

and they are enjoying in the peaceful slumbers …

Ah, yes, every day we work to get some food,

and three weeks per year in a holiday mood …

They sell us the illusions, ideals and dreams,

in the sky the Pole Star at nights still gleams …

Written by Sasha Raven

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