THE ROTTEN-MINDED NEWS-PEDDLERS

 The rotten-minded news-peddlers

installed in editorial offices of newspapers

and TV stations excited, they hurl shit 

and tall tale, fables and anecdotes 

at the people, at the dick-headed populace 

but their masters feed them on molluscs 

so that they not perish. Their cannons 

don't fall silent, they cough nonstop.  

MASS-MEDIA

 

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Stricați la cap instalați

la gazete și tiviuri exaltați

împroașcă lumea, pulimea

cu cîcat și brașoave, basne

și snoave, iar stăpânii lor

îi hrănesc cu moluște

să nu piară. Tunurile lor

nu tac, tușesc într-una.  

THE WEAK-MINDED DUDE

 The weak-minded dude has something nauseating 

he who is the chief number one 

he who preaches 

the force, the lie, the illogicality 

the weak-minded dude who doesn't know the mercy 

and organizes disasters 

on his face, the total vacuity is reflected

the puny, weak-minded dude 

fleeces, sells, betrays 

terrified of his own shadow.  

NEVOLNICUL

 

Are ceva grețos nevolnicul

ce e șefu‘ numărul unu

ce propăvăduiește

forța, minciuna, ilogismul

nevolnicul ce nu cunoaște mila

și organizează dezastre.

Pe fața lui se oglindește

vacuitatea totală.

Nevolnicul pirpiriu

jupoaie, vinde, trădează

spăimântat de umbra lui.

GOGOL

 

Gogol gathered the venom
and had to release it
after he burned the second part
of "Dead Souls" he was growing
bored as in a Russian train station
and began to weep bitterly
the goitre with venom had dried up;
the dryness inside him no longer
allowed him to formulate a single sentence.
And yet he was not far from the truth.

STALIN

 

Stalin present like a misfortune
with his deformed face typical
of a slack-jawed idiot, of a devil  
you wouldn't even say he's human.
A well-aimed bullet would have saved
millions of lives. But Providence
protected the monster and granted him days,
while the Jews glorified him
like a saint. He innovated terror,
polished it, perfected it, deepened it.

OUR DEAR LITTLE COUNTRY

 Our dear little country
looks rather pathetic
often I find her fainted
academicians unanimously
conclude
that she has never eaten
her fill, that she scatters
money like crazy to all kinds
of cannibals and thieves.
Wallachian theologians claim
that the dear little country is not part
of the Creation – there was not enough
breath left for her.
Let us content ourselves with poverty,
anonymity, and death.