Drawing in the style of a soviet poster.
Translation of the inscription: "The all-Pony front!"
Translation of the poem:
"The lost meaning has risen
We are all at the limit, the vassal is scared
The consciousness of the masses goes astral
The vertical loses control

Freedom above all
We will see the dawn, because we are lucky
On the way to the dream, we were almost carried away
But we're still here, no matter what

Deep thoughts, high goals
They tore off the shackles and chains in practice
We wake up people who didn't want to sleep
Under the hypnosis of the system was out of business

Change of criteria, a new era
We, the children of the universe, are filled with faith
Rotating the planet, magnetic spheres
We will overcome any barriers

The planet changes its assemblage point
Mantras vibrate through the eardrums
We feel all the resonance on the subtle
Let's study the process from cover to cover

Teaching is light, ignorance is darkness
Get involved in the process, now is not the time to sleep
Progress will engulf like a tsunami wave
And it doesn't matter who is at the helm there"