My mind’s my burden.
I am a laughing stock
For people here,
They all mock my fears
When I warn them
About murders
They can evade.
But they allow any sham
Persuade the mob of sheer folly.
When mob is robbed, by golly,
Their malice is less intensive
Than the contempt for me.
It’s so offensive,
How could it be?
The tally is incentive.
Could all be blind?
Or am I out of my mind?
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this speaks so much in so few words, I read it 4 or 5 times and it's really impressive....why did you name it Cassandra? if you don't mind me asking about that
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In ancient Greek mythology she was awaeded and punished simultaneously by Apollo. Award was the gift of profecy and punishment was that nobody believed her. She predicted fire in Troy connected with Troyan hourse but it didn't stop Troyans from bringing into the town the treacherousee gift.
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mm I should have known! but i was thinking too much about modern politics
......but even that should have given me a clue..
in contemporary psychology and other sciences, and even in politics that's what the term 'Cassandra complex' refers to. знаешь?Music is what feelings sound like
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This reminds me of my late friend Dr.Popov whose dissertations and papers were devoted to slavophiles. We annually discussed burning political issues using different approaches but coming to same conclusions and estimatioons.