In the world of machines and inventions
Humans don't know the love and the faith,
Their emotions are closed down in cages
And the work is their life and their strength.
It's so hard to find out price of feelings
And so easy to find fault with love.
We don't know by ourselves all these meanings
Of the things in our souls that'd just grown.
Our hearts made of steel but still breaking,
And we wish them to be cold as stone,
And the games that we play, rules we're making —
All of this is a lie to the bone.
24 IX 2012
Scаry timеs
© Copyright: Варфоломей Свободнов, 2015
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