Say anything

I hate the very 
thought of this
relying on the 
throat of hissing
judges who reside
under the slaveowner's
gun - threaten a nail
a finger a tongue
I'd cry too

Such little men-
they need to brag
autocracy is their lifeline
to the stars which
hang above us
shining light onto the dark
guiding us to the pole
of north where we escape
the boasting
which drags us all
to hell

Reading is a wonder
lasting from sun up to
sun down every day
of the year
  go figure
I never owned such time
before this relic this
thing called democracy
yet the pressure lingers so
beware the migraine
could return and make
you say anything

#Belarus #Free #RomanProtoasevich

Published by Anne Birkam

I am a former librarian who has been writing poetry most of her life.

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