motto:
“Do not let your sister Scorn leave you
For executioners, cowards - they win
They'll go to your ceremony and be relieved to throw a lump
and the root will compose your easy life story”
Zbigniew Herbert - Mr. Cogito's message
LIVE
TO GIVE A CERTIFICATE
True!
We forgot everything...
We don't attest anymore...
We were disappointed by reason and courage...
We're not going consecutive anymore.
On swollen knees with neck collars
We wave gold stars of delusion
A blue rag of rotten compromise
We're making a storm in a glass of water pretending to be angry.
In defence of the beaten and humiliated
The contempt has gone to the executioner's side, and cowards
Beats in verbel and plays at our funeral” Ode to Joy “
The pink salon dictates the terms of surrender
Kornik has repeatedly chewed through the life - giving aorta of hope
And from the interior hemorrhage our reality swells
We have confused pride with pride, reasoning that we can - against the law
Only those who were betrayed at dawn
- Forgive!
On the posters we dress up our laurel faces
The crown of selfishness
The mirror besides accurately shows scars after changing the mask
The heart turned into a computer keyboard does not tremble
When he hears a bird singing and a origin praying
Blood turns the red star of enslavement and deceit
We're just here to make certain that 2 plus 2 is definitely four.
Forty and 4 are fables for naive and little
Unsolved rebus of romanticist visions...
Those who believe
The legend of Homeland Solidarity and Decalogue
They're going through the desert where
Bleaching bones
A Dark End
Last Prize
Golden fleece of nothingness
Laughter killed with a whip
Strangled by the gag of silence
It's a waste of history.
Turned Back
To be destroyed
Traitors and cowards don't get up from their knees
In a tight collar of bondage
They don't go straight
They'll be sad to lick the hard hand of Reality
They don't have the courage to be faithful.
and
Witness
Truth
II
NETHERLANDS
August in the slanting shoes of democracy
He's walking through a shaky memory scaffold.
After a stolen shipyard
Advisors in white collars honors
They run around the circular table of lies
To find an angle where you can hide the folder of shame
Underneath the crosses, the fact rips your hair off.
He beats himself with a fist of anger
From the Gate to the Future
Crows ferociously peck
Symbols of Homeland
Wind from the sea
He doesn't sail with a dream
Rust eats Polish August
Chained to a sunken dock
Shipbuilders' hands
They're pouring out empty hours.
On chaotic beaches of labour offices
The trips will step on the ground.
Traces of tears and sweat
Work blood
August
Dirty.
Trembling
With your hands
Turns over
Next
Page
History..
III
FOR POLISH HISTORY
half-way detainees
between
Red
and
White
Good
and
Evil
Freedom
and
Slavery
The Truth
and
A lie.
A dream
and
Despair
on a broken footbridge
between
East
and
Western Europe
robbed
deceived by their own
and
foreign
We put up our crosses in a hurry
We're digging graves.
Because we know
that without the roots of memory
The nation will be exposed
The Wind of History
for the past storms
for the deception of false prophets
for paper coalitions
big line
democracy indifference
Conspiracy of enemies
Slavery of Cold Economy
The poison of relativism
The lie of tolerance...
armed in Decalogue
and
Life
John Paul the Great
We fight.
o
Polish
dignity!
