Superstitions of Dictators

The building is not a hundred years old

But the helms are thousand years old

They worship Parmenides as God

And Heraclitus as Devil

They fear the change

Though there is a flowing river

They think they can step twice in the same river

The rules come from the helm.

With an inner voice:

"Your option is to choose to accept it"

Though there is a platform for dialogue

The monologue is stronger than the dialogue

They taught us that

Throne is a powerful tool

And they reflect the memories of Hitler.

This river is flowing into a Sea

Where the dangerous creatures live

Gradually the river becomes the sea

And the distinction will become complicated

I hope the Prometheus will come with the "Fire"

And burn the throne and annihilate all the helms

But my hope is only a hope

Because the Throne is watching me

And I am enslaved by the Throne