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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431626" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Voice In the Wildness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate and I love.<br>How much I hunger<br>For the days when I was younger, <br>for the days when I was really free, <br>for the days when I was a real me.<br>And what is happening now? <br>Has the world turned upside down? <br>I do not say any more “Wow! ”<br>Nothing surprises me.<br>I can only realize<br>this horrible situation<br>with discomfort and even frustration.<br>Am I on another stage? <br>Is it connected with my age? <br>I don’t think so.<br>I can see today the youth<br>who can’t find the truth.<br>Isn’t it strange that<br>having two higher educations<br>I am on the edge of starvation? <br>Isn’t it strange that<br>having worked all my life<br>I have to think how to survive? <br>No one cares about my life, <br>no one worries if I should live or die.<br>I hate those unfair rules<br>which were proclaimed for the fools.<br>I love my motherland, <br>but the life here I can’t withstand.<br>I forgot the word “hurray”.<br>That was another day.<br>My future is unpredictable as weather.<br>I am like a feather<br>don’t know where to fly.<br>It seems all is a lie.<br>I don’t know where this time the wind will blow.<br>Where is my spirits flow? <br>I don’t know how to live, <br>I don’t know whom to believe.<br>The world has greatly changed.<br>For someone it’s not strange.<br>It’s only strange that I am still alive<br>but have to think how to survive.<br>Who will tell me what to do? <br>Should I be true with those who cheat, <br>with those who treat <br>me and others as a toy? <br>They are very much annoyed<br>to listen to the truth, <br>but they are not confused<br>to rob, to demand, <br>to occupy my motherland.<br>They even use God’s name<br>as a cover for their crimes.<br>They do not hear the church bells chimes, <br>they only hear their own voice, <br>leaving the majority with no choice.<br>My voice is crying in the wildness.<br>Forgetting about gladness<br>I have to know sadness, <br>to learn the rules of a new dirty game.<br>Isn’t it the biggest shame? <br>I have no more strength to fight<br>but only to wait for the light<br>at the end of that tunnel, <br>in other words: for my funeral.<br>Where is the way out? <br>I have no strength to shout.<br>It looks as there is only one: to pray, <br>to calm my soul for another stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">©Larisa Rzhepishevska<br>December 2nd,2010</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Larisa+Rzhepishevska">Larisa Rzhepishevska</a><div class=q>
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How much I hunger
For the days when I was younger, 
for the days when I was really free, 
for the days when I was a real me.
And what is happening now? 
Has the world turned upside down? 
I do not say any more “Wow! ”
Nothin..."></div>
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