Oh, Magdalene, what a lady,
I thought you were followed by zombies painted,
erstwhile party, in the ZOMO or in the beehive,
Then at the U.W., PO or another dementia...
The games were pitched to make this chaos
drown the shine of Poland as in a tiny bigos,
So the voter doesn't know which way to look,
To see the 1 who has the news of the egg,
in the seismic circus of illegal rock
push the saboteurs of the past era...
And the 3rd Republic, the hypocritical facade,
built from rotten Peerel bricks -
Wyspianski seeing it cries present in “Wedding”,
He falls in his grave and prays in vain,
The Slovaks of Anhelli exert themselves,
Allists can't dig a grave,
in which Poles rotation helpless,
erstwhile the alien occupiers at home have...
St. John Paul II comforts them in vain,
Blessed George comforts them,
erstwhile the heavenly lips pray for Poland,
All sad, but trust faithfully,
The destiny of our homeland will change.
And she will emergence from this heap of stones,
The devil Tusk made of her,
Black mass calling, Poland having behind the dung...
Where even children have nothing to do and hurt them,
I don't care if they leave a swarm of perverts and a scar...
To discharge them from schools is the only defense,
will come and release the nation from a non-Polish state,
which defiles the laws and our history
raising the flag of betrayal, disgrace and reproach!
The Peerel scheda is swollen and sick,
EU virus besides infected,
Wernyhor didn't see!
Marek Baterowicz 29.IX.2025
