Mayakovsky Is The Conscience

I'm emotionless, I am heartless I am ruthless and very callous. Otherwise V.V. Mayakovsky - Planet's fire - he's burning worldwide! He's the total cry of the people, He is stunning by dedication, To all suffering, hungry, grieving, In verse not gone into oblivion. Now obesity, souls confusion. But the Lighthouse is Conscience, Conscience! Full awakening of the morning Above hills-tears hyper-joyous. And when his poems I am reading - He expands my soul like a bubble And fills everything - with the tears And it rises above the Motherland Tears ocean is bursting suddenly - And I cry like the sky above her. God is kissing her all through, cuddling her, I am feeling a super task then, And the Merciful God is watching At me at once from all the sides Mayakovsky - you are enormous, Dancing century, rock, your life! You predicted your death in April, You are the Breath alive in ages! And you also foresaw pandemic, And two worlds are in confrontation. Arms are outstretched to the world, Are embracing the World with joy. You're the sound of Planet's bliss, And compressed Planet's tragedies.