I need to leave this country soon
because too many people
are getting a taste of fascist ideology.
Again.
In this country,
millions love the Russian pseudo-tsar.
Some of the artists staging War and Peace
in the State Opera in Budapest,
and if I read a literary magazine,
I can see how proud and enthusiastic
a writer gives interviews about
how he re-translated the same novel;
The whole state media is like Russian
or North Korean press. Unbelievable.
High-qualified journalists re-make
and publish contemporary Russian
propaganda's messages;
their soulless prime minister,
his government,
and their voters
are Putin's keenest
supporters in Europe,
while arrow crossers can celebrate
their jubilees in Budapest;
They do not have any remorse.
Again.
And they blame the Western.
And millions are clapping for this.
Corruption is their soul.
Again.
Notwithstanding, I am not surprised.
They had already shown their real face
in 2015 when refugees
from Syria came to Europa:
almost the whole of society
was burning with hatred and racism.
They did not even need too much propaganda.
So, Now, they have found their soulmates
in Russia, and they can love them.
And they proudly support the massacres,
war crimes, and rape
that the Russian army commits in Ukraine.
Every single day.
The whole history is repeating itself;
only their leaders' names are different.
In this country,
things are getting similar to that how they were
during the Second World War.
And behind all of this are only money.
They make billions and billions.
That is their real God.
I have vicarious embarrassment,
and I feel I have to leave;
I must mention that many hearts are filled with
love and tolerance here, but as usual,
they are the minority.
Their destiny is sorrow.
Again.
So, I must leave this place forever.
And I won't look back.
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Tuesday, 14 February 2023
Things of my conscience
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