By: Ori (Kiril) Zhdanov
You can't move.
In the statues garden
That is the only rule.
No matter if its
Night or Day
They watch.
Frozen under
The microscope,
We must watch
Our garden die.
Look, the flowers already wilt.
In the statue garden,
Some statues can walk.
They watch us.
In our eyes they see
Themselves.
They see our fates
Are linked.
We can't move, so we started screaming.
In the statue garden,
They took down statues
Of equality.
They screamed the
Loudest and
Died the quietest.
That day the garden grew quiet.
In the statue garden
The statue of antiquity fell
Though they thought
They were still standing.
03/10/2025