Yes, pretty soon now they’ll be at your door. <br />They’ve orders and a warrant after all. <br />It doesn’t matter. You’ll be on the floor, <br />your wife and children having watched you fall. <br /> <br />Just then you’ll notice fallen scraps and crumbs, <br />the beauty of your startled wife’s pale feet, <br />the Celtic Crosses on your daughter’s thumbs, <br />the food above that you will never eat. <br /> <br />Your thoughts will have become a crimson pond <br />that flows out of your gagged and bleeding head <br />until you find yourself afloat, beyond <br />the reach of billyclubs and flying lead.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-warning-to-dissidents/
