FOR PUSSY RIOT

THE POET TO HER YOUNG COMRADES 4

To fight the tyrants we give up our name
become the rebel only. Spend each night
on different couch. No life except the fight
we fade dissolve. And so become the same

Anonymous as roses. Change our voice
to electronic buzz. A pastel vest
padded or binding hides or fakes a breast
The world has left us very little choice

Masked save for eyes and mouth, witness and speak
And have no fear of death, because no life.
The policeman’s gun, the state assassin’s knife
All power theirs. Our options are so weak

Save to refuse to serve, refuse to cry,
refuse to live and dying, never die.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to FOR PUSSY RIOT

  1. lokifan says:

    This is wonderful.

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