translated by Yevgeniy Breyger
All of us, Europe, are deeply worried,
so worried, some are even dying of worry.
Purge Youtube regularly so that the brutality here does not
harm your citizens.
Some of us you will never catch a glimpse of,
Europe, there’s something in your eye, you stubbornly can’t see
their bulging eyes and gunshot wounds,
they won’t be able to shake your hand, Europe, no offence,
(perhaps only prostheses),
to be touched by your centuries-old culture.
Guard your borders, Europe,
that no one touches you either, suddenly.
Listen, just in case, is it us still shrieking
under cane blows, combat boots, shafts?
Our children will grow up angry,
not believing your tearful, hysterical
news about stray animals,
Forgive me, Europe –
we all are animals here –
shot down like rabid creatures, with ammunition for wolves.
What were you up to, Europe, at this hour? –
counted missing and dead?
Washed hands? Awaited confirmation?
Hidden yourself like a thing-in-itself?
Peace on earth, piss on earth, only money doesn’t stink
and victims
are not worth protecting unless they are pigeons.
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