Poems - The fate of the country is in your hands. Out of 23 - one! Against everyone. Hanging my ears under the 'noodles'.

 The fate of the country is in your hands          
                                          
   From the center to the periphery               
   In elections, as in demolitions,             
   The people of calloused Russia,               
   The fate of the country is in your hands.         
                                          
   Excommunicated from power by the authorities,          
   You survive, you don't live.               
   And you freeze in the regions,               
   And you disappear for nothing.               
                                          
   Democratic parties, like dogs, grinning            
   Being thrust into yours                   
   Serpent-western sting                   
   And they placed a crook on the throne.               
                                          
 LDPR and his ,                     
   Both Yabloko and SPS                      
   In the cave age, the den is dense        
   They brought us down from the sunny skies.           
                                          
   "United Russia" - croupier of power,          
   To them, elections are like casinos.                 
   What is our life?! What is our happiness?!    
   They, this government, don’t care.            
                                          
   They are a zealous cavalcade               
   They indulged in fornication both here and there,         
   Our souls are poisoned with poison,               
   They sing about ghostly life.What to promise? When and now              
   They have the country and property,          
   Their fornication sickens us, the poor,       
   They have been eating for seven for a long time.                 
                                          
   And you and I are sitting on the tour.            
   Ordinary people are like cattle to them.             
 From hunger we are delirious with the Storm:              
   Go to the polls, people.                  
                                          
   And vote for life                 
   From cities and villages.                 
   Your weapon is not a cobblestone,             
   Your weapon is the ballot.               
                                          
   Give your voice to pure people.         
   For myself, as a patriot,              
   Vote for the communists             
   For those who will save the Motherland!             
                                          
 A. GORBUNOV.                           
   Sochi.                                  
                                          
                                          
 Out of 23 - one!                          
                                          
   The debate is getting more deceitful, brazen              
   and the powers of earth,                           
   Butcontroversial palette                      
 is boringly poor:                        
   After all, 22 games -                       
   ,                       
   People's Party -                      
   only one.                           
                                          
   Don't listen to promises, people.             
   fraudulent.                            
   Haven't you heard?                       
   you never get them                          
   From pathetic henchmen,                 
   six bourgeois,                   
   That they like to call themselves names                
   ?                             
                                          
   Or is it not enough for you                
   mockery,                             
   Or your position is not enough                
   livestock,                                 
   Or yours is not enough for you                   
   robberies,                            
   Or few                   
reins and whip?                        
                                          
   You don’t want the omnipotence of a thief             
   and bandits                            
   So confused looks                 
   don't throw it in vain                           
   You are in the camp of those who have clung                   
   you parasites -                       
   Communist Party voicegive up your hopes!                         
                                          
 Boris ZHUKOV.                           
   Nizhny Novgorod.                       
                                          
                                          
                           
                                          
    - has long been known         
   This is an elected chair                    
   For the enemy of the masses,               
   Like Nemtsov or Chubais.                 
    - then yours or ours,        
 Let others plow the land.              
    - a two-headed monster,      
   This sword is above us octp.                
    - then the hut is on the edge,        
   The path is only to hell, not to heaven.        
   Like a two-headed eagle, klyukast,             
   This power is our ballast.                
   It's high time to throw them away                
   As the doctors taught.                     
    - that means zero,        
   Soup where no salt was put.               
    - then Veshnyakov            
   Ready to count                   
   Vile buttons to press,                  
    - give it to the authorities.        
   That's why they are in power - devils of misfortune.        
    there is a sentence,           
   A disgrace to a poor homeland.                    
                                          
 Vladimir APRELEV.                      
   Moscow.                                
                                          
                                          
 UNDER  HANGING EARS               
                                          
                                          
   Hanging my ears under the noodles,              
   Our trusting people                   
   ended up in the clutches of Bush -                
   Here is NATO at the gates...                  
   These                     
   They created a mess in the country,               
   Climbed from scum to riches,              
   They pour on us                            
   streams of mud.                          
   Under the nonsense about "the rule of law"         
   Millions are dying -                    
   Real genocide! -                   
   God will not forgive them for this.                 
   All rights have already been trampled                 
   Criminal capital!                  
   All their promises are a bluff!                
   Only the  bloc is right!                 
 Take a closer look -                
   This is the number23!                          
                                          
 S. KOZLOV.                              
   Moscow.                                
                                          
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