To Freedom Fighters
(Стихи, не вошедшие в рубрики)
In spite of all delusive interruptions We hold the glory in our withered hands. If any man has doubt though by a fraction, Strong as he is, he falls right where he stands. Hallowed is he who does no second thinking Yet knows exactly what he's fighting for. Onboard the freedom's ship when freedom's sinking Useless to pray in search of Saviour's shore. War never stops for those in constant hunger, Eternal war for fear of locks and chains. Lose and you're easy fish for terror-mongers, Lose and you'll never see the freedom reign.