The Bloody Paul Pot
He was neither a wrong Maoist nor a utopian peasant socialist.
Comrade 87 is the revived collective unconscious of millions of schoolchildren.
They dreamed that the school would burn and the mathematician would die in torture.
For centuries, students have been waiting for their savior and he has come.
He gave a black slave, a moth, and allowed to kill teachers.
My name is school and I will pay.
The world of adults has won, the rebels have returned to their place.
In the darkness and coldness of the school courts,
in the deceitful silence of the physics offices,
In the silent darkness of EEG.
But someday "The Saviour" will come back.
Look into the glass eyes of the schoolchildren who dust the yaga in the entrance.