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"A man who wore..."
A man who wore an explosive belt
With thoughts of deadly hate inside the head,
What did you want? What did you think we felt,
When you had brought us to the hell we shared?
Did you believe we are the cause of all
Your troubles, pain and losses, grief and tears?
Did you believe our death would help the world
Become a better place for all your dears?
Or have you lost them too and swore to take revenge?
On whom? On common people like you, just far and strange?
Your boss and those above him made this plan
To guard their interests in oil and gas affairs.
Politics, money, power... What they can
Arrange to reach the goal is hardly fair,
And not about you and us they care.
Who has invented such a nasty trick:
Manipulating people through hate and fear?
And how can one oppose a crazy freak
To break this tuned and so well-oiled gear?
A young policeman gave his life to screen
The citizens he promised to defend*;
An old train driver drove the blown train
Under the ground and held on till the end**;
Those caring people who stood up one for all
And all for one, who lent a helping hand…
I pray we’ll get through, we will never fall,
No matter what is waiting ‘round the bend.
So let it be not easy, when you strive
To stay a human being to last breath,
It will be hard to frighten you with death
As long as you’re not frightened with life.
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* Dmitry Makovkin, 29, the policeman, sacrificed his life to stop a suicide bomber just before the railway station blast in Volgograd (2013)
** Alexander Kaverin, 50, the driver of St. Petersburg’s metro train, made the sole correct decision after the bomb went off to drive the train to the nearest station thus saving many passengers’ lives (2017)