Literature
I am Russia
I am Russia
raw, heartless, cruel-
whatever you heard is probably true-
I am not to bend and break,
for I am to break the rules
Rules set by a young boy
who screams about freedom,
whining, stomping his feet,
for I am not one to follow him,
a dumb boy.
I am not to fear and hide,
I stand tall against the tide,
I will not stumble, will not drown,
so little boy, go ahead, cry,
you might rule the world but not me.
Call me evil, call me bad,
None of you will mess with my head
I will not break, nor will I bend,
against the world I stand,
let it be so.
So hold your weapons at me
For dead millions I'm not and won't be guilty,
the regretful mur