(Those Who Would Dare Speak the Truth) <br /> <br />Through iron bars and sooty glass, <br />you see a square of muddy snow, <br />where cawing rooks and jackdaws pass <br />over the heads of those who go <br />no further than the prison walls— <br />mothers, fathers, weeping wives <br />bearing bags of fruit and rolls <br />to those whose candour cost their lives.<br /><br />Leo Yankevich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moscow-1928/
