GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

The Crown

Kings of the earth, don't be so blind!

Don't lose your poor mind!

The crown of Death is shining bright,

His mantle spreads behind.

Its scarlet baize with black and white

Has covered the world.

Kings of the earth, do stop your fight,

Wars in the name of gold!

While the pandemic's splashing wide,

The globe is getting sick,

You, cunning people, keep in sight

It makes your foes weak.

For people's lives without sleep

They're fighting night and day,

But six feet under is too deep

And late to keep away.

You want to benefit from it

Just to secure your thrones.

Kings of the earth, restrain your greed!

You're dancing on the bones!

Still, it's not you who calls the tune.

Get real! It's not your ball!

Nobody knows, but maybe soon

Your own crowns will fall.

Terror Is A Synonym Of Fear

Terror is a synonym of fear.

Someone needs to keep your mind in thrall,

Makes you feel: the threat is always near

Grinning on the threshold of your soul,

Slipping through the border of your country,

Bursting through the basement with a bang.

You're not a target for the hunter.

You're just a bullet in the gun.

Maybe not a bullet, but a trigger.

Fear is blind, the shot is just the same.

Easy to release - the bang is bigger,

And the world is breaking into flame.

They expect a judgment of the crowd,

Magic words from us: 'Stand up and fight! '

Truly said, the danger is around,

Yet the fuse is actually inside.

Who is it? I wish I knew the master,

But there is no face under the hood,

Black as night and fatal as disaster,

Taking our lives for good… for good…

Devil's voice will never gain your ear,

If your own reason doesn't fail.

Terror is a synonym of fear.

Don't allow your fear to prevail!

Outside

The land of my past is ruined.

Away to a foreign shore

I'm thrown, like a leaf,

Got through it.

Who knows

What I'm searching for?

The same but the other moonlight,

The same but the other sun.

I'm tired to death.

I would like

To see

Where I have to run.

My home I wish to inquire,

That's where my heart belonged.

But now they are both on fire,

And I'm outside,

Alone.

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA

GALINA ITALYANSKAYA, 42 y.o., born in the USSR in a small northern town, now living in Russia with her children and working as an English teacher. Since the early childhood she’s been in love with nature: dense forests, rivers and lakes, mountains and seas. Actually, its beauty surrounds her all her life. She has travelled a lot, and it is always a source of inspiration. Her other interests are photography and art. She loves to draw pictures, and she hardly can imagine going on a trip or just for a walk without a camera. Galina has written poetry since her school years. About 10 years ago she composed her first poem in English, inspired by her friend from abroad. And thanks to poetry she’s found many good friends all over the world. In 2015 she joined “Poets Unite Worldwide” group, and some of her poems were published in their anthologies.