Нет права на смерть
Давид не построил Храма, Хоть собраны были всюду: Колон белоснежных мрамор, Ливанских деревьев чудо. Давид воевал и правил. Царь пролил немало крови. Не смог он нарушить правил, Испортил души здоровье. Быть может врага задушим, Сломаем хребет руками, Но только потом под душем Не смоем с души мы пламя. Как в тире за пульт вы сели. Ракеты готовы к старту. Но только рвануться к цели, Поставлен ваш мир на карту. Не яда змеиным жалом, А просто прильнув к экранам, Не только в бою кинжалом, Нам ненависть души ранит. Сменяются поколенья, Другие страною правят, Возводят богам строенья, Но Бог не пребудет в Храмах. Нет права: "на землю души", Которые кровью льются. Нет права на смерть, не лучше Разбоя огонь революций. Нет права на землю семья, Нет правды, она у Бога. Нестрашно спорить со всеми, Когда ты один, их много. Давид воевал и правил. Царь пролил немало крови, Но честь возведенья Храма, Но только души здоровье...
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