Posted by Admin on 7 April 2009, 12:00 am
It stands, its cruel concrete face
a menace to the city it surrounds –
a face with jealous eyes that watch
and wait, alert by day, awake
by night, illuminate to track
and pinpoint escapees.
No Roman wall defying Picts
and Scots: no Chinese barrier
against Mongolian hordes, it stands
a monument to tyranny, to man’s
gross inhumanity – fraught
with memories of bodies left
in bullet-riddled agony,
to perish unattended near
its stark perimeter – dread signs,
each failure bloodily exposed,
of how an autocratic State
denies the right to emigrate.
It stands, a symbol to remind
all men who hope and pray for peace,
when they with Russian leaders treat,
of Barham’s requisite long spoon
for those who with the Devil eat.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
Village
Parish Council