Andrus Khrapavitski. Snowdrops are breaking through in Minsk. Poem
Programmer and poet Andrus Khrapavitski, who now lives in New York, wrote a nostalgic-optimistic poem.
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Do you remember those bygone days,
When AI didn't pour its filth on us
And no bat bit a pangolin
Israel wasn't bombing Iran
Programmers were writing lots of code
Not waiting for what would come from the cloud
Zelensky was a television star
The newspaper "Uzhorak" was published in Horki
Many other independent media were released
Trains ran between Vilnius and Minsk
Everyone spoke of another thaw
Belavia still flew to Berlin and Riga
Battles and hip-hop were trending
No one had heard of any GUBOP
They didn't imprison for likes
We all awaited Christmas and Spring
But instead of spring, suddenly came
A long, fierce, Siberian winter
After a deep, comatose slumber
First weakly, gradually, cautiously —
I believe — snowdrops are pushing through
Of freedom, buried beneath the asphalt in Minsk.