Old man lies in bed, sleepless,
Listening to
the radio voices
That, late
at night, can lull him to sleep;
Talking of
cricket matches, or bringing
Stories, music
and recipes from far-off places.
But the
radio voices aren’t comforting tonight,
The Old man
turns over and tries to sleep
Because nightmares
might be better
Than listening
again
To voices of
desperation and
defiance in
the face of fear.
He’s heard
them before
Calling from
the Czech lands
As the tanks
rolled in.
Young man
went out to shout
In the
street outside the Russian embassy.
He can’t even do
that now.
So he just
has to listen
To the ingredients
describing the recipe
For Chicken Kiev.
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