Welcome Church Membership Letter Sample

For politics, for the luxury and hunger ...

Vladimir V. Mayakovsky - Rascals!

from "to the"

[...]
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bread!
A little 'bread!
Only a piece>>

Even with death before his eyes, with just

that eating just enough to not die, the city
stretches out his hand
working with a handful of dry crumbs.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bread!
A little 'bread!
Only a piece>>

The radio call, transcending all boundaries.
And in response, on the other nonsense

flows in the pages of newspapers.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;London.
A banquet.
presence, the king and queen.

The stables of gold do not make it to contain all
; ; those pimps.>>

Be damned! What are the colonies


savages,
eaters of human flesh,
pick your royalty. What


burst forth throughout the kingdom in the glow of riot! What

your capital
Ardan to ashes! That mess

heirs to the throne in a crown boilers
bubble!

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Paris.
They gathered parliamentarians.
Report on hunger.
Fridtjof Nansen.
They listened, smiling. How were
nightingale tunes.
like listening to a tenor in a romance to fashion.>>

Be damned! What

for eternity

there is no longer possible to hear human words!
French proletariat!
Hey,
string, and not a speech but in a node, the width
irrepressible packages!
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Washington.
The farmers,

ate and drank until

have to lift their bellies with winches, and sunk in the ocean


of surplus wheat, feed
hours locomotives with maize.>>

Be damned! What


invade your ways the revolt. And

for the harshest places, along

across America, and

north and south, we roll

the big ball of your foot-ball
bellies.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Berlin.
Emigration is revived. The white stripes
rejoice:
better fight against the hungry.
They go to Berlin,
curling mustache, and boast
:
"I am a patriot! A true Russian
!".>>

[...]

To you,
particles of an army exterminated,
gunpowder in the world,
whose strength, force unleashed
All underground

will blow up the world of many rich people!
For you, for you, for you,
these words! With
digit miles,
moments that do not enter
write into account the Volga to the bourgeoisie!
The day will come! A fire
world
cleansing and steaming. Inverted
the palaces of the rich,
equally, equally ruthless

you in that hour of reckoning!