Smolenian years pass,
And we're inactive in the fog
We go without seeing the sun...
The wind inactive lifts the black dust,
The tricky dust from the explosion...
And all period we lift our alarm,
that the conscience of the nation should not freeze,
We carry portraits of our tormented
looking with pity at the fall of the state,
listening to lies from a black box...
But we go with the truth,
They won't take her lies from us,
Not a communicative about a birch stronger than a troll,
Not a text from the P.O. about pilots' guilt...
Are they burying Poland under Smolensk mud?
But above the remains their souls fly,
They snuck out with Anodine's investigators.
And in the Court of God, they report,
before we justice the traitors in our homeland,
In this detestable law of all deserts today...
They didn't have time to lay down flowers shot,
killed by an detonation in Tupola's trap,
When they fell at Katyn's deaf gates,
That was the intent of this fresh crime,
To make the planet forget Stalin's crimes...
But the planet won't forget, it wakes up from a thump,
Because for 3 years, the bleeding side of Europe
He does not let the rulers or the peoples fall asleep...
When Aryman gets all worked up and throws missiles
Losing his own nation, dead from the cradle...
April 10, 2025 AD
Marek Baterovich
