Archive for the ‘Demokratiya’ Category

Visit the newsroom,

if you dare.

For some it’s a vibrant place,

information, process, disseminate, fast-pace.

For me it’s depressing,

an overload of noise and soundbites,

mostly meaningless shit.

The editors push,

the journalists (they don’t have time or freewill to properly think)

churn out crap,

factoids and innuendos,

the readers are ready to be fed.

Welcome to the Times, New York, London,

the Sun rises and falls, Daily News, Daily Mail,

hearts fail.

Welcome to democracy’s bulwark.

Welcome to lies and fear.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Populists!” the Liberals sneer,

but… isn’t that Democracy?

 

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Yesterday, they occupied you physically,

totally,

and made you pay, as they saw it, for the “privilege”.

The Nazis were a diabolical force.

Today, they occupy you mentally,

emotionally,

totally,

and make you pay, as they see it, for the “privilege”.

Nazis live, in government and media,

dictatorship by stealth,

democratic and liberal cloak.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Democracy.

A filthy game of pretence,

power politics,

bogus mandates,

delusions.

Democracy’s a lie,

a myth.

The Westerners ask self-righteously

if Russia’s capable of developing democracy.

(“I hope not!” sincerely I reply)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The re-invention of history

is allowed to proceed

at full throttle.

American exceptionalism

and British imperialism

in hindsight,

won every war,

saved the day

and built democracy,

apparently,

ludicrously,

in every corner of the world

since antiquity.

The re-invention of history continues,

desecration of the dead,

it degrades and debases the living.

Alas,

it is the luxury of the free

to blaspheme,

to lie,

to enslave

body, soul and mind.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Of course,

she wants freedom,

it’s normal to aspire to such a dream.

She hikes west over mountains,

and through the forests and meadows of Tirol,

seeking.

But what does society ever actually allow?

Money in exchange for your labor (and soul).

Repression to add to your depression.

Regulation, restriction, constriction,

and not even the freedom to shit

when you want and/or need.

Meanwhile, in prison…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Democracy is about choices,

so they say.

So,

if I could see the end result,

what would I choose,

and would it make any difference

if everyone else voted otherwise?

New York City,

fallen from high

splattered on a sidewalk.

Or Petersburg,

seats behind the SKA bench.

Pretence and manipulation.

Grafting and grifting into another day…

Or death.

In Lithuania, it has been said,

suicide is and/or was a national sport.

What does it mean to be alive

and/or dead?

Now or then?

Empires explode and implode.

Individuals expire…

Perhaps.

Perhaps.

Perhaps this is an unfinished,

unsatisfying saga.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

So, this is what freedom tastes like?

Democracy?

The freedom to choose (albeit with little chance of getting what you actually want)…

In the midst of a Moonless night,

a half-frozen Bockwurst,

you bite and chew,

fatty and vaguely smoked tasting,

mass-produced, soul-less

… West German wannabe Kolbasa.

Alas,

this is not what I signed up for.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Lenin’s falling

and so am I,

toppled, crushed and pounded.

The gravity of imposed

democracy

is oppressive.

… The people on the bus with me,

I must add,

alas,

they

are trash!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

The word on the street?

Crude and banal propaganda.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat