The people are like their mountains
beautiful, wild, untameable,
hard, crushing any weakness,
implacable in revenge on outsiders
who show them no respect
Silly people in the cities
may speak of dying for a cause
but a serious man knows
that for your cause to triumph
you must kill
In the end we all die.
What matters is how we die
and what better way to die
than in defence of your home
surrounded by the bodies of your enemies?
The only true immortality
is to live in legend
when your children's children
tell stories of your mighty deeds.
The mountains and their people
once inspired Pushkin and Lermontov and Tolstoy
and now they inspire Vladimir Putin
- a serious man.
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Beautiful poem. I am Circassian living in diaspora and it hearts my heart to not have the opportunity to step into my homeland due to Russia's polity of Continual Genocide against my nation. The final nail in the coffin will be in the upcoming 2014 winter Olympics where which will be held in Sochi - the site of the Circassian genocide and expulsion. www.nosochi2014.com
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