HUMTPY DUMTPY BREAKING HIS HEAD articulo en inglés

 

HUMTPY DUMTPY IN LONDON GOODBYE TO ALL THAT WHEN THE BOMB GOES UP BREAKING THE EGG

 

MY heart bleeds after the threats of a Russian TV anchor-man stating that Russian ICBM could destroy London in a few minutes.

It is the song of Humpy Dumpy the children sang on those my bygone days in England half a century ago:

Humpy Dumpy sat on a wall

Humpy Dumpy had a great fall

All the king horses

and all kings’ men

Cloudnet put Humpy

Together again

Humpy was an egg. It broke from the wall of Colchester as the city was besieged by Cromwell troops during the religious revolution.

Now the Russian ─ God forbid─ announcer` s exerted an awful threat in retaliation for the policy of the British on Ukraine. And was the story, that was. With bloody and terrible war, we are breaking the egg.

 I love Russia but I am a Londoner in a way. We are all Londoners at this time and site.

 Wandering why are going through that excruciating experience of blood spilled in the battlefield and lies and propaganda in the Western media.

We see the horrific scenes in the news: corpses, all guys reached by shrapnel on their rooms, flat destroyed building collapsing, fires, tears maimed bodies. O Lord, this sour chalice please take away from my sight. The entire world suffers from cacosmia. Everything smells of putrefaction. All is rotten. Yes, the egg is crashed. We all are Humpy dumpy. Please God save my Helen when the blitz comes and save me and my London memories. Humpy Dumpy was in a wall...

 

Tuesday, 08 November 2022