How does the United States educate the next generation? The smiling face of an expert will have a set of answers; I've only met my mother, frowning, Ask me what can I do with her child? Little Peter, like his neighbor, With a gun in his waist, he walks swaying, Killing people is a game in the street every day, Be ruthless in speaking, quick in action, Mother's advice fell on deaf ears, When the sisters saw him, they ran away in fear: And don't believe he's a hero, Whoever knocked him down, he obeyed absolutely. Ah, little Peter, don't study, don't eat, Follow the leader around the streets every day.

At first you too were a sensitive child, Why is learning so numb, so cold? But movies, radio, comic strips, Guided your first step in life? The hero who kills and sets fire is really attractive, Overt robbery and covert deception are the most admirable: Harm others, although do not pay attention to conscience, They are happy and successful. Oh, success!school textbooks Not to mention how glorious it is to be successful! Poor Peter, when you grow up a bit, You will see that your pistol is not enough. Newspapers proclaim depravity and treachery every day, Commercials do their best to ridicule poverty.

how do you surviveHow to quickly Nuggets? How to resort to means to subdue others? Selfish desires had to grow, Are you finally satisfied or despaired, Exaggerated pornography is on display everywhere, Make your young heart more unbalanced. madhouse?Or a teen reformatory? Don't let it open the black door for you! Oh, little Peter, run away; you cannot escape; Every corner of the house lurks every evil. The priest in black beckons to you every week, Makes you loathe the world and right pursuits; Various pessimistic philosophies are waiting in the bookstore, Use every logic to give you sorrow;

Just look, look, think, No matter how high or low your appetite, Ghostly shadows are sure to hide ugliness, The rising sun of your life, Peter, no wonder your mother is so sad, Her sad days are long, long, In fact, you passed through so many barriers safely, One last hand to hold you, That hand, drawing the blueprint of war, That picture will be covered with your flesh and blood! November 1951 Thank God - greedy American businessman; Thank God - rancid bourgeoisie! Thank you, put the turkey on the table, The end of November is a big festival in America. Thanks for what?Grab a good ration for a year;

Thanks for what?Hope for another year of good business; Give thanks to God for stealing openly and secretly, Shamelessly, the happy family sat down to turkey. Thanks to their anti-oppressive ancestors, three hundred years ago, Wandering, fleeing, first came to the United States to open up; Who taught them to grow corn, barley and wheat? In the wild, who gave them precious friendship? Thank God?You stupid things! Thank God?It turned out to be a malicious trick: Is there anyone to thank?It turned out that the "natives" who helped them They were killed and wiped out by their descendants long ago.

Thank God - freedom is sold out, Thank God - victory over the barrel of a gun and exploitation! The "barbarism" of celebrities is constantly being performed on the screen, But real savages eat turkey at home. Thank you, bah!How to repay this debt? Fat guy eats turkey at home; How many have starved and leaned, and died under your chairs? Thank you for your rotten toys - God! 1951