Discretion Leak

Do you still hope to conquer the system

Where flattery and mutual protection beat a path

For the right person while defaming into dust

The rest of unlucky ones?

Small people, sitting in their cozy comfort zones

Do splutter violently while playing patriots

And using paper orders to ship the armies straight to death

Divide or merge the whole countries apart

As well as wasting millions of civilians and not giving a single chance

Of pity to external enemy image helpfully provided

(Oh, well, imposing) by Big Brother

At the same time people of slightly another sort

Are sitting in much more comfortable thrones

And de facto implement waking dreams of dodgy herd

However profit coming from their frauds

Is clear and available only to the narrow circle

Of most influential persons who enjoy national wealth

And laugh up their sleeves with arrogance against poverty-ridden

Ants somewhere near the human hive bottom

Nevertheless every bug is blindly concerned

In its own unshakable rightness and is ready

To defend humanity’s miserable positions

Till the last hair remaining

How tragically it is to notice when cog in the machine

Considers itself as engine and core of the mechanism

And how united the screw is with those governing history millstones

Thereby providing oiled path for rubbish projects of the rich supreme

And though the engine shall require replacement

Sooner or later, within this period a thousand of cogs

Shall be relegated to oblivion, straight before the memory

About the nutters who led us into abyss is also wasted

We may battle with injustice to fight for democratic

Laws and overthrow corrupted governors

But the only thing shall remain the same

You are going to be gutted

And none of your existence traces shall be left