THE MARBLE TOMB TO CROWN LIFE.
Vladimir Orlov.
It was caused by nothing,
aimed at nothing
but popular outrage.
Frustration, discontent, unrestÉ-
all these offsprings
of the disabled single party rule
are now issuing their pervasive yells
all around the new
and the same old country
caught up in complex implications
of its discarded but
thoroughly tenacious past.
The unknown present day
breaks in upon the petrifications
of what has been sanctified
by the multitudes of the ever-marching
purple, red, bloodstained, bleeding
banners now carried high
by the staunch advocates
of the good old totalitarian days.
Their lofty calls
seem to fail to chime
with the somewhat less lofty
cries of those butchered
in Stalin's prison cells,
now wafted to the marchers' ears
from the cells
of their own lingering memoriesÉ
The marching former convicts
crave for Stalin whose much lamented death
let them out of the prison cells
but buried them
in those of their wounded soulsÉ
Are these parading relics just the guns
Stalin triggers off
from under his marble tomb?
The marchers never question.
They are called up from the past
and are here to obey.
