I know what we are made of
And still I care
Of the planets we had left,
Of the lands still not conquered,
Of our thoughts.
Let them trust in us again.
Let’s become the 5th element
Of the common good.
Beauty is not the key.
Knowledge is not a remedy.
I know we are made of flowers
And gunpowder,
And still
They will trust us.
They have to trust us
As long as the Earth is a sphere.
As long as the alphabet contains 33 letters.
As long as deceit is usual
For those who carry lethal weapons
Inside.
(c) Maryna Tchianova
2016
