Alone in my cell,

somewhere beyond, I heard voices, male.

Guards? Inmates? Hard to tell.

(Indeed, society, prism of a prison!)

Voices…

One shouted: “Russian scum!”

The other countered, indignantly verbose: “Baltic dolt! Don’t you realize how privileged you are to be part of our family, our project? There are people in Namibia, Bolivia, Australia, oppressed people, who would kill to be Soviets! You are nash. You are fortunate.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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