Listen, the gunner!

I read ...
But the letters
seemed
darker than the worst nonsense:
"Yesterday
at the Warsaw train station
killed
Soviet Plenipotentiary. "
The pans coo.
Clean the pigeon!
"It's not our fault, they say ..."
Move, pans,
we are looking for those,
who the revolver revolver
brings to us
because of your back.
Do not hide the gunners!
For the collar of the thugs!
And we see:
on the plates,
that the blood got wet,
is worth
behind the back

Chamberlain

in a monocle.

And we
you,
eminent lord,
you
Orem
in a sleek muzzle:
"Look,
the storm rises on the left,
you
will not save
armored shield.
Raising
areas
boiling of anger,
people
hundred-millionth
from the pain growls.
Our cry for peace -
not a request of the weak,
we want to build
with a double zeal!
But if
will stretch
your paws
And to us
impose
the horror of war -
we Voikova red name
and thousands of others
above oneself
how to hoist our banner
and let's go out
in a decisive battle.
1927

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I just them and decided to share them with you.