The health of our land

The Earth death is the end of everyone of us:

The planet body’s shivers

Can squeeze us in hell depth.

“Save me from wars and spy, like from a painful cuss” –

Land cries with tears of rivers

And speaks with ravines lips.

The health of our land is my unbreakable bet.

I’m not your mental sponger

And not your world’s celeb –

I’m secret… to feel me, you must turn off the Net,

Cose friendship’s bird is stronger,

Than weakly spyware web.