British power
entirely on the seas, -
kings
in the deep water.
Their dream -
one:
the whole world conquering,
throw
from his armadillo
anchors
in the sea
round-the-world colonies.
They
lead
for war war,
do not give up
for profit to chase.
Orut:
"Forward, sailors!"
Well,
for the honor of
and freedom of the nation! -
Storms are storming,
sea whitening,
sailor
constantly on watch.
Burzhui
handfuls
take profit
on everything -
on cargo,
on freight.
Explode
mines,
deaths of stinkers,
but fat from the rich
otros;
insurance
take
on sailors' deaths,
and thinks
grimly
sailor.
Till
beyond the sea
transports cargo,
he thinks,
that on the shore
all those,
who leads
sailor union,
kopeck
him
protect.
And on the shore
Union Head,
Mister
Hevelock Wilson
,
owners
sold
business and words
and with fat
Fat like an elephant.
The hosts are happy -
insider,
monitors
for the sailors
cool.
And catches
Wilson
solid check
a hundred
British pounds.
Wilson
to the owners admitted to the chambers
and in disputes
kind and nice.
According to theirs
request
from a sailor's salary
descends
the last shillings.
What if
in his machinations
eye
will launch
working quick,
he
shrugs shoulders:
- You can not-with:
industry
suffers losses. -
From myself
and the ruble does not want to scrape off,
with a tariff
Judaic mesh:
the leader, they say,
need
and drink, and eat,
and, you know,
children.
A sailor, going
in a long voyage,
to the ground
wrap your ears,
eyes
aim
from masts and rai
on that,
what's going on on land!
Sorry, Chamberlain
,
what's in your affairs
pee
a poem of this!
But my Pegasus,
tearing off the bit,
sailors
your
advises:
- Reversed
steering wheel turning,
go back
to the Allied Hosts
and further
swim,
sending to hell
sold you
Wilson! -
Overboard the Union
in a moment into one!
Disappear -
and was not as if:
him
instantly
pull to the bottom
cargo
pounds of Judah.
1927
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