Alie Poem by Emil Sharafutdinov

We love to spread lies
On purpose or at leisure:
It gives us secret pleasure
To see in others' eyes
The triumph of surprise
Or reverence, or fear,
Or a pathetic tear.
To make men raise the brows —
One of the greatest powers!

As any drug the same is lie:
It makes a low man feel high,
The same addiction it implies,
The same inseparable ties
Have people dangling on a string —
And see, how the puppets spring!