BACKSTAB IN FRENCH AMBASSADOR
Slava Konoval
The Nigerian junta backstabs
the French ambassador.
Partisans remind him subtly
that their country is not a colony of Paris.
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The ambassador is crying,
he has a legitimate agrément
laments the old man desperately.
The demand is brought by the rebel
outwardly dirty and disgusting.
“I don’t want to,” says the ambassador.
“I’m worried a legion of 1.5 thousand
stands here, Niger is my country.”
Wagner musicians visit Niger,
they’re laughing, looking hideous,
Moscow is driving its ideas hybridly.
Am I the only one ashamed?
Am I the only one so confused?
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Measuring the force of direction
it will wipe the despotism
of the bourgeoisie into dust.
The entire French rear dances
on the bones of the Russians.
You, Macron, weakened France,
she is no longer a thunderstorm.
Russia dictates rules to Africans,
there is no strength on the continent from now on.
Slava Konoval
My creative works are dedicated to the central themes of modernity, and the main one is the exposure of the concepts of “good” and “evil” and their transformation into a gray shade. Poetry is a weapon against consciousness, which feeds on cheap informational garbage, cultivating a consumerist attitude and civic indifference for the future of the society in which individuals live. Since I am a lawyer by profession, poetry is my additional tool that allows me to fight where politics mercilessly and maliciously defeats the law. I am an active member of civil society and perform the functions of the Commissioner for Prevention and Counteraction of Corruption on public grounds. I adore the poetic satire.
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I have never attached much importance to the naming of my poetry, as I believe that poetry should be devoid of advertising content. The heart of poetry is the power of words. That’s the main thing. Ideologically, my works are in the canvas of a poetry group called Voices from Ukraine.