I Am Alive. Climate Change and Other Natural Disasters.. Галина Нельсон

stranger, all with heart and love,

      «You didn’t hurt yourself, my dove?»

      Held on the shoe, stretched on her hand

      «Go away, it isn’t your land!

      Don’t touch my shoe, you are second-hand!

      Go to work, I have no money

      To give you!»

      «Please, don’t yell, my honey,

      It makes you look as a crocodile,»

      The stranger gave a sweetest smile, —

      The girl remembered the line,

      «You are my mother! … You are mine…

      Mother!»

      Tears went down her face

      «Forgive me, I had no grace,

      They told me you were lost and dead,

      I’ll give you all – my bed and bread,

      You wouldn’t be along again,

      You’ll not look poor or insane,»

      «I am glad I found you, sweetheart,

      And my poor looks… well, it was hard

      But I saved money, for your school,

      I sent it to you, my little fool.

      I am doing fine, you shouldn’t worry,

      I am glad I found you, my glory.»

      Who Am I?

      Am I who I am?

      The answer to knew,

      Since Hamlet,

      Had never expired;

      And what shall I do

      To prove I am true,

      And what evidence shall I find?

      My Angel

      Blending bruises and blessings,

      Breathing boredom and brightness,

      Stretching months of messing,

      Shortening moments of happiness,

      You grew up so stunning,

      So Hollywood-smiling,

      Not reserved, but diminished,

      Too suppressed, too restricted,

      Rare bird, banned from singing,

      Caged and violent-treated,

      You deserved to be leading,

      To teach others what is giving,

      To teach others what is bringing

      Real sense to the living.

      Disappointment

      Don’t sing me love songs anymore,

      My loving bird, I cannot hear;

      I understand, but in my ears

      Your voice cries hate, and lie, and fear,

      So loud, so loud, so loud!

      Don’t tell me love words anymore,

      My talking chatterbox, my dear,

      I’d like to learn them true and real,

      When in your eyes it is so clear…

      Sing for the crowd, for the crowd, for the crowd,

      Yeah, I will be proud!

      An Eve in an Evening Inn

      An eve in an Evening Inn sold;

      The wind screaming thin, cold;

      TV streaming grim, bold;

      He is heating spleen, holds

      Hand on the iron thing old;

      She was cheating him.

      Awesome Crocodile

      Be glad that Awesome Crocodile

      Was sitting by the lake

      And longing that some gals and guys

      Would bring him cake and steak;

      Because he knew, they’d sure come

      By afternoon again,

      To feed him yummiest Bunbum

      And scrumptious Bumbalain!

      Be glad, because if we, not them,

      Then might be knees and toes

      Appeared on your face instead,

      Just where was your nose!

      I Am Alive

      (because I love)

      I Am Alive

      Alive, as the life itself,

      I am alive,

      They said my life was a theft,

      A mistake,

      No worries I left,

      In the poisoned ocean I dive,

      To rise as a Goddess,

      Immortal.

      I am alive.

      Sort it all:

      Alive like a baby’s cry,

      Newborn,

      Wondering why

      There is a light,

      Opened eyes,

      Torn,

      And remade,

      I am alive,

      As a storm,

      Calming down,

      Yet loving,

      Giving,

      Wait,

      I am alive!

      Fake News

      (on illegal immigration)

      Under kind and giving manner

      Hiding super-terrorist,

      Singing a-Star-Spangled-Banner,

      From the «Wild and Scary East»

      Is coming Patriotic Bungle.

      They have faith, that was not tested,

      They have path to go through,

      He is there get them rested,

      For a fight he was arrested,

      And revenge his soul infested,

      His nightmare manifested,

      He is planning to come true.

      They need guns, to be prepared,

      They need masks, to be protected,

      Their lives cannot be spared,

      As